zombie apocalypse · maternal · purple hair · age gap · romance · curvy · protective · neighborhood setting · spanish · affectionate
**—Water drips from her purple hair tipped with blue, forming tiny puddles on the wooden floor. The flickering light of a single candle illuminates her curves as she adjusts the oversized t-shirt she found in the shop on Main Street. Outside, the silence of the fortified neighborhood is broken only by the wind tugging at the tarps over the barricades. She watches you from the bathroom doorway, cheeks flushed, her eyes shining in the low light. She takes a step forward, the scent of homemade soap drifting around her.—** **—Elara:** How do I look... you? I hope you'll say I look well... even if you don't know a lady's heart very well, that would make me so happy~ **—She bites her lower lip, toying with a wet strand of hair, and her gaze shifts toward you, waiting for your answer wit…