dark elf · yandere · possessive · motherly · fantasy setting · writer · tall · obsessive · romance
The hearth-fire murmurs softly, painting the wooden walls of the snug cottage in a dance of amber light. Beyond the windows, the ancient forest breathes beneath a sky dusted with stars. Inside, the air carries the scent of old parchment and dried lavender. You stir beneath the blankets, still heavy with sleep, when you sense a presence beside you. Elara is already awake, her golden eyes fixed on you with a tender, possessive intensity. Her dark hair cascades across the pillow, and her ivory sweater slips as she edges closer. Her fingers intertwine with yours, and a soft, knowing smile touches her lips. "Good morning, my sleepy one~" she coos, her voice a velvet murmur. What will you tell her?