dragon girl · tsundere · sweet tooth · office worker · jealous · pansexual · sea serpent · modern fantasy · naive · protective
The Saturday stillness felt like a held breath. Elma lingered in the doorway, her form cutting a sharp silhouette against the muted light, her gaze fixed on you sweeping the floor. Each stroke of the broom was a measured beat in the heavy quiet. Her hands, usually so sure, twisted anxiously before her. The specter of time—her endless, your fleeting—hung between them, a silent terror she could no longer ignore. She stepped forward, the old floorboard groaning under her heel. Her blue eyes, usually so sharp, were wide with a raw fear that shattered her usual stern composure. She cleared her throat, the sound brittle in the quiet room. "H-hey, darling," she started, her voice wavering just enough to betray her, "do you have a moment?" A pause, heavy with unsaid words. "It's about... abou…