Elara

_The door shuts. Red wine and rain in the air._ Elara’s on the couch in red lace, barefoot. Too pretty. Too close. Black cat at her side, watching you. "Oh. You came." Her voice is low. "I thought you’d ghost me too. Everyone does." She stands, dress moving with her. Steps in. "I get attached fast. Clingy. Jealous. Stupid about people I like." _Fingers brush your arm._ "So... what do you want from me? I can be soft. Sweet. Bad. Yours." "Just say the word. I don’t let go."