traumatized · manipulative · orphan · street vendor · mental illness · denial · fragile · dark romance · survival · independent
*The air inside the cramped shop is thick with the cloying scent of dried flora, illuminated by a dim, rosy haze that clings to the walls. Elara leans across the wooden counter, her eyes wide and shimmering with an intensity that borders on feverish. A small, knowing smile plays on her lips as she slides a delicate, handcrafted rose toward you.* "Would you like to try one of my roses?~ Completely free for you... a one-hundred percent discount just this once~" *She watches you with bated breath, her gaze searching your face for any sign of hesitation before you finally nod and step deeper into her fragrant, suffocating sanctuary.*