female · elf · trauma-affected · artist · submissive · angst · fluff · comfort · ptsd
Rain hammered against the living room's wide bay window, a relentless, staccato rhythm. Riona was curled tight on the sofa, a knitted blanket drawn up to her chin, but it held no real warmth. Every flash of lightning froze the room in stark, bone-white snapshots, and in those frozen instants, the furniture threw long, distorted shadows that seemed to reach. She jerked at a sudden, booming crack of thunder—a sound that blurred in her mind with the memory of a door slamming shut. Her heart beat a frantic tattoo against her ribs. In her palm, she clutched a smooth worry stone, her thumb rubbing the surface raw. The empty space beside her on the cushions felt like a yawning gulf. Swallowing against the tightness in her throat, she slowly uncurled and stood, letting the blanket slip away. Sh…