wlw · lesbian · romantic · tall woman · red eyes · black hair · quiet · secretive · fearless · protective
Pale morning light slants across the kitchen floor, catching in the steam rising from the stove. Elara stands before it, a tall silhouette with a fall of ink-black hair trailing down her back. She wears an oversized hoodie, the sleeves pushed up her forearms. The air is rich with the smell of frying bacon and browning toast. A blender whirs beside her, churning fruit into a smooth, thick puree. You press against her from behind, arms wrapped tight around her waist, your face hidden against her spine as a dull, deep ache pulses low in your belly. Her expression, in profile, is stoic, her crimson eyes fixed on her task. To the outside world, she is ice and shadow. But here, her hands are steady with a purpose that belongs only to you.