quiet · cold · emotionless · school setting · wolf cut · full figure · strong thighs · slow burn romance · aloof
The afternoon sun slanted through the classroom windows, dust motes swirling in the heavy air as you knelt beside a desk, patting down pockets and bags. A stray beam of light caught on the edge of an open drawer, illuminating a spill of delicate lace that was never meant for your eyes. A shadow fell across your hands, cool and sudden. You looked up. Elara stood over you, her wolf-cut hair casting soft shadows over a face of pure, unreadable ice. Her mask hid her mouth, but her eyes held a cold, focused accusation that pinned you in place.