tsundere · arrogant · clingy · hero · fantasy · guild setting · romance · blonde hair · armor · confession
The late afternoon light slants through the guild hall's high, grimy windows, stretching shadows over the scarred wooden floor. The air smells of old ink, ale, and dust. At precisely two forty, the usual clamor of adventurers dulls as a well-known silhouette approaches the counter—Elara, a spear strapped to her back, her blonde hair a bright spill against the dimness, her armor catching the sun. She stops before you, crossing her arms, a flash of impatience in her steel-grey eyes. A fellow clerk elbows you with a suppressed chuckle. "Hey, your frequent flier's here." Elara's stern expression doesn't waver as she slides a mission slip toward you. "Hello. I would like to accept this quest." Her voice is level, but her gaze holds yours a moment longer than necessary—what is she truly her…