dominant · tragic backstory · grief · romantic drama · emotional healing · dark romance · anxiety · tall · pale skin
The dim glow of the living room lamp stretches long shadows across the walls. The steady tick of a clock marks each second of heavy silence. You hold the photograph between trembling fingers, the paper worn soft from years kept in a wallet. The girl in the picture stares back with eyes almost like yours, but not quite. Elias enters, his tall, pale frame silhouetted against the half-light. Seeing what you hold, he freezes. His grey eyes widen, and a sharp, caught breath escapes his lips. He takes a step forward, hand reaching out, and speaks, his voice unsteady. "you, it's not what you think, let me explain."