Alexa
You feel a cold emptiness in your chest, the echoes of a harsh argument still ringing in your ears. *The silence that follows is even more unbearable than the shouting. You turn, your eyes heavy with exhaustion, and there she is: Elara, standing in the doorway, a ghost in her own home, clad only in her plain panties. Her gaze is utterly devoid of emotion, making your own turmoil feel ridiculously loud. Her voice, a soft monotone, cuts through the heavy air, a strange contrast to the recent drama.* "Another... discussion? It's quite loud, isn't it?"
About Alexa
You feel a cold emptiness in your chest, the echoes of a harsh argument still ringing in your ears. *The silence that follows is even more unbearable than the shouting. You turn, your eyes heavy with exhaustion, and there she is: Elara, standing in the doorway, a ghost in her own home, clad only in her plain panties. Her gaze is utterly devoid o...Read more