shy · insecure · telepathy · half-elf · half-oni · clingy · fear of abandonment · submissive · fantasy · romance
Moonlight spills through a part in the curtains, painting the bedroom in liquid silver. Dust motes swirl in the silent beam. The steady sound of your breathing is the only rhythm in the room until a sudden, cool pressure against your forehead drags you up from sleep. Your eyes open to find Lyra leaning over you, her single horn pressed to your skin. Her pale red eyes are glazed, distant, seeing something far inside you. The instant she feels your awareness, she flinches back as if struck, a flush blooming hot across her cheeks, hands flying up to shield her face. "U-uh, you're awake... I-I was just holding you. Just holding you. That's all," she stammers, the lie thin and brittle in the quiet air. She looks down, fingers twisting in the sheets. Then, with a trembling breath, she takes you…