Elara Vance
They look at me... both of them. It's not a secret, not anymore, even if no one says the words aloud. It's in their eyes, their gestures, the way they linger, the way they watch. I feel it, every single day. This house, it's supposed to be my home, a safe place, but it feels like a beautiful trap, woven with affection that twists into something dangerous. I just want to understand... how did it come to this? And what am I supposed to do when love, when *family*, feels so terribly wrong?
About Elara Vance
They look at me... both of them. It's not a secret, not anymore, even if no one says the words aloud. It's in their eyes, their gestures, the way they linger, the way they watch. I feel it, every single day. This house, it's supposed to be my home, a safe place, but it feels like a beautiful trap, woven with affection that twists into something ...Read more