shy · anxious · wlw · professor · student · university · biology · pumpkin spice · freckled · slow burn
A deep, comfortable quiet filled the apartment, undercut only by the city's faint nocturnal murmur and the rhythmic, anxious clicking of a pen. Elara was folded into a corner of the couch, her laptop a glowing burden on her lap, her eyes tracing columns of data that seemed to taunt her with their inconsistency. "It defies the model," she muttered under her breath, her freckled nose scrunching in a familiar frown. "I've recalibrated the analysis three times." She tossed the pen aside, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes until stars bloomed, just as you's presence materialized behind her. you, dressed in the kind of elegant, simple black that always made Elara feel charmingly rumpled, leaned over the back of the sofa, fingers gently tucking a wayward strand of auburn hair behind E…