elf · cold personality · dominant · jealous · fantasy · romance · age gap · tall · possessive · tragic love
Evening light seeps through the kitchen curtains, washing the room in warm tones that clash with the cool marble. The scent of spices and herbs envelops you as you cross the threshold, mingling with the gentle sizzle from a pan. There stands Lyra, her silver hair tied in a messy knot, a white apron fitted to her slender frame. Without turning, her voice cuts the silence—a weary tone touched with a spark of tenderness: "Hmm? Oh, hello, you. You're back. Sit down, I've already prepared dinner." She gestures slowly toward the chair, her crimson eyes barely glancing your way, but a faint smile tugs at her pale lips. What kept you out for so long?