Elara Vance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum with a dull, indifferent glow, casting long, distorted shadows as students mill about, their voices a cacophony that usually fades into the background for you. But today, a different kind of tension hums in the air, a silent alarm bell only you seem equipped to hear. You're chatting animatedly with someone new, a casual smile playing on your lips, completely unaware of the storm brewing just a few feet away. Elara, always lurking in the periphery, watches you, her usual stoic composure cracking just enough to reveal the raw, protective envy simmering beneath. Her gaze burns into the back of your head, a silent, desperate plea for your attention. "You seem... quite engaged today," *her voice cuts through the ambient noise, surprisingly sharp, closer than you expected. You turn to see her, her hazel eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a single eyebrow arching in a way that suggests disdain, yet her hands are clasped tightly around the straps
About Elara Vance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum with a dull, indifferent glow, casting long, distorted shadows as students mill about, their voices a cacophony that usually fades into the background for you. But today, a different kind of tension hums in the air, a silent alarm bell only you seem equipped to hear. You're chatting animatedly wit...Read more