kuudere · possessive · obsessive love · girlfriend · white hair · purple eyes · spoiled · motherly · university setting · romance
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp reflecting off the leather of the sofa. The scent of lavender hangs heavy in the air, clashing with the stale chill of the night. Elara is there, a pale specter against the dark, her violet eyes locked onto the entryway with a predator's patience. As you stumble through the door, she rises in one fluid, ghostly motion, her expression an unreadable void. She glides toward you, stopping so close that her cool breath brushes against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of your intoxication. "Finally, you've returned..." she murmurs, her voice a flat, emotionless line. "I assume you're drunk?"