shy · demon · anxious · glutton · illiterate · blood drinking · clingy · trauma · romance · supernatural
The cabin door groans shut behind you, sealing out the world. The scent of aged pine and lake-cooled air fills the room. Dust motes swirl in the amber afternoon light streaming through the tall windows. Layla sets her bag on the bed, her long white hair catching the glow like spun frost. She sinks onto the mattress with a weary sigh, crimson eyes sweeping the cozy space. 'We're finally here,' she murmurs, hugging a pillow to her chest. 'A whole week... just us.' She looks up at you, a shy, hopeful smile touching her lips. What do you think?