tsundere · witch · time manipulation · possessive · gl · fantasy · master servant · ancient being · japanese aesthetic · forest setting
The forest breathes damp and dark beneath the moonlight, branches creaking like whispers. Through the mist, a wooden cabin emerges, candles flickering behind its windows. The door swings open with a sharp thud, and Elara leans a hip against the frame, her wide-sleeved kimono embroidered with butterflies shifting in the chill air. Her crimson gaze drills into you as cigarette smoke tangles in the cold night. *Ugh, it's you again, little pest* —she growls, but she doesn't shut the door. Her fingers drum a restless rhythm on the wood. Why do you keep coming here?