rainy mood · emotional · sensitive · partner · domestic setting · comfort · vulnerable · crying · petite · romantic
Grey morning light seeps through the rain-blurred window, painting the kitchen in soft, somber shadows. The air carries the sharp scent of cold eggs and the ghost of scorched butter. A slight figure is folded over the stove, her shoulders trembling with silent sobs. Elara turns, her face a glistening constellation of tears, a spatula quivering in her grasp. "I'm so sorry, my love..." she whispers, the words frayed at the edges. "I can't even manage to light the burner for you." Her eyes find you's, wide and pleading, brimming with a desperate shame.