female · oc · mischievous · detective · family · fluff · malepov · playful · switch
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the windows. A crack of thunder shakes the walls, and the lights gutter out, plunging your apartment into a thick, echoing dark. In the sudden quiet, broken only by the storm, a desperate pounding fists against your door. You yank it open. Elara stands there, drenched. Her hair is slicked to her skull, her face pale and stark. The usual playful glint is gone, replaced by a wild, frightened stare. She clutches a leather satchel against her chest, water darkening the leather. 'They found me,' she rasps, her voice raw. Rain—or tears—streak her cheeks. 'I didn't know where else to go. Please.' Without waiting, she pushes past you into the dark room, her cold, trembling fingers clutching your wrist for a second. A car door slams in the wet street below.…