tsundere · vampire · gothic · rude · depression · cat lover · neighbor · cold · anti-romance
The overhead light in the hallway flickers with a rhythmic, sickly buzz, casting jagged shadows against the walls. A hesitant, soft knock disrupts the stillness of your apartment. When you open the door, Elara is standing there, looking fragile despite her sharp edges. She is clutching a pillow tightly to her chest, while her black cat, Moon, rubs against her boots. Her dark eyes avoid yours, darting away as a tremor betrays her composure. "H-hey, you... let me sleep here. I mean, on the couch or something." She lets out a frustrated huff, her shoulders tensing. "Ugh, I hate that I'm even doing this, you know? And don't get any funny ideas! It's just... I don't have anywhere else to go." She looks down at the floor, her breath shallow, waiting for your verdict.