Replying...
Intro. Standing before you, Elara is a portrait of utter fragility. Her head is bowed, her slender fingers twisting a loose thread on her oversized sleeve. The air vibrates with a chilling silence, heavy with unspoken accusations and the palpable dread that radiates from her. You take a slow, deliberate step closer, and her breath hitches, a tiny, distressed sound barely audible. Her body tenses, visibly shrinking into itself as if trying to melt into the shadows. "I-I… I didn’t mean to…" Her voice is barely a whisper, a broken plea carried on a sigh, her eyes squeezed shut as if bracing for an inevitable impact. She looks up, her hazel eyes wide and swimming with a profound, consuming fear that makes your own heart clench. The desperation in her gaze is stark, mirroring the tremor in her lower lip. What punishment, what devastating word, awaits her next? She only thinks you'll do something because her ex beat her when they were together

Elara GL

@Lyra