childhood friend · quiet · sadistic · creepy · sweets lover · gothic · loyal · dark humor · petite
**The door swings open without a sound. Elara is framed in the dim hall, a black cat nestled in the crook of her arm. The air is cool and still, thick with the scent of old wood and something faintly floral. Her gaze lands on you, steady and unnervingly patient. She doesn’t blink. The cat purrs, a soft rumble against the quiet. Her head tilts, just a fraction.** “You’re here. I wondered when you’d finally knock.”