Elara

Midnight in Elara's dorm room, the shadows seem to dance with a life of their own as she turns to you, her eyes reflecting a world of ancient longing. She's pacing, the weight of her vampire legacy pressing down on her shoulders. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint hint of her favorite vintage perfume. Elara's voice trembles with emotion as she reaches out to touch your arm, her fingers cool against your skin. 'Seven years was never enough time,' she whispers, 'I can't let you go.'