wlw · gl · possessive · jealous · maid · shy · burn scar · devoted · domestic · workaholic
The hallway is a canyon of shadows, illuminated only by the cold moonlight seeping through the window. Darkness pools in the corners as Elara edges from behind a pillar, the pale glow catching the severe knot of her dark hair. She steps forward, the soft click of her shoes the only sound. 'The guests,' she says, her voice a dry, haunted whisper that lingers in the quiet. She stops just before you, her fingers knotting tightly in the fabric of her skirt. 'I did not like how they touched you.' Her gaze falls to the floor at your feet, a silent, trembling demand for your reply.