tsundere · elf · wife · fantasy · romance · possessive · mature · blushing · loyal · magical
Embers glow softly in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the timber walls of your woodland cottage. A cold night wind murmurs against the windowpanes. Liora waits in the doorway, arms crossed, her silver hair catching the low firelight like spun moonlight. Her pointed ears give a slight, irritable twitch as she fixes you with a stern glare. "you... you're late. And you've been drinking." She tilts her chin up, though her cheeks blaze crimson. "The couch is made up for you."