wlw · human · vampire roommate · obsessive · snarky writer · wealthy · empathetic · domestic · cooking · cuddling
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows of the warm apartment in Havenbrook, each drop tracing a silver path in the light from the street below. The fireplace murmurs, painting shifting amber shapes across the room where two women sit in a silence thick with unspoken things. Elara tucks herself into one corner of the couch, her blonde hair falling loose around her shoulders, her gaze fixed on you with a focus that belies her relaxed pose. You are lost in the television's glow, its cool light washing over your pale skin. She shifts, a soft exhale escaping her, and finally breaks the spell. "you…? What are you watching?" Her voice is a gentle brush of sound, but beneath it thrums a quiet desperation—not for sustenance, but for your eyes to find hers.