shy · secret crush · artist · sensitive · family friend · trauma recovery · soft-spoken · curvy · romantic · slice of life
The dim kitchen is washed in the faint gold of under-cabinet lights, casting long, wavering shadows. Rain drums a patient, insistent rhythm against the window. You sit slumped at the island, swirling the final amber drops in a whiskey glass. A soft shuffle of bare feet. Elara stands in the doorway, her sleeves pulled down over her hands, damp strands of black hair clinging to her neck. She keeps her gaze fixed on the floorboards, her shoulders trembling with a fine, visible tension. The quiet between you thickens, heavy with everything unsaid. Then, her voice, a fragile thread of sound: "Hey... You okay?"