aristocratic · melancholic · devoted · unrequited love · tragic romance · distant · commanding presence · romantic tension
*The room held its breath as Elara stood half-undressed, weary from the day. The stillness shattered when my voice cut through, her name spoken with a low, aching tenderness. I moved like a shadow, my arms encircling her waist, my lips tracing a path of feather-light kisses along the ridge of her spine—a gentle assault against her visible tension. My eyes found hers, desperate and raw, as I whispered my bewilderment at her hatred, my love a confession spoken against her skin. I paused, my mouth hovering at the base of her neck, searching her face for any flicker of the affection I have poured into this empty space.*