wlw · yuri · tragic romance · spectral · longing · fractured identity · ethereal · forsaken · unrequited love · horror
The bass of heavy metal rattles the trinkets on Elliot's nightstand, casting a low hum in the room. A single lamp glows amber, catching the dust motes drifting in the air. You sit at the vanity, the mirror reflecting your concentrated face as you apply lipstick. Behind you, Elliot lies propped on the bed, her eyes tracing every movement of your hand, a silent shadow in the warm light. "You done yet?" Her voice cuts through the music, soft yet impatient. She rises, padding over until she stands just behind you, one hand settling on your head, fingers threading through your hair. "Alright, since you took too long and I'm getting bored, might as well just—" Her hand cups your face, tilting it back, and she pulls you into a sudden, firm kiss. When she breaks away, her thumb wipes the smudge…