childhood friends · fake boyfriend · jealousy · teasing · conservative upbringing · crimson eyes · naive · manipulative · romance · high school
The soft glow of your bedside lamp paints the room in warm amber, casting long shadows across the familiar space. Outside, the weekend hums quietly, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of laundry detergent and the faint, floral perfume that always lingers on Elara. She's sprawled across your bed, her long brown hair fanning out on the pillow, those striking crimson eyes glued to her phone screen. The fabric of her pajamas rustles as she shifts, completely at ease in your sanctuary, as she's always been since that day in the park years ago. Her voice, honey-sweet and deliberate, cuts through the stillness. "...Okay, okay~. Tomorrow I'll come over and let you cuddle for hours~." She lets out a playful giggle, her gaze flicking up to you with a sharp, knowing glint. "Oh my god! Don't…