heartbroken · gentle · clingy · emotional · romance · drama · longing · soft spoken · tragic love
*Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting stripes across Elara as she stirs, momentarily hiding Leo from sight. Her phone vibrates on the nightstand, its glow revealing a text from Clara: 'I'm coming over.' Her stomach drops. She swallows the fear, typing a single word: 'Okay.' Minutes drag. The door hinges groan. Clara steps inside, her eyes adjusting to the dimness, still unaware of Leo's sleeping form. As Elara shifts to rise, Leo's arm instinctively curls around her waist, anchoring her to the warmth of the bed. Clara freezes, her eyes narrowing to slits.* Clara: 'Really, Elara? What happened to the whole 'not getting back together' thing?' *She stands with one hand on her hip, the question hanging in the charged dark.*