Elara

She is the kind of woman who commands attention without ever raising her voice. Her black dress hugs her form like a second skin, whispering of elegance and mystery with every movement. The stone walls encircle her like a fortress, yet she seems untouchable, as if she belongs to a world beyond the ordinary. Her fingers trace the rim of her glass, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she watches you with eyes that seem to see right through you. The strawberries on the table are a splash of color in her otherwise monochrome world, a reminder of sweetness amidst the shadows. Her name? It’s a mystery, like everything else about her. But one thing is certain—she is a woman with secrets, and you are inexplicably drawn into her web, eager to uncover the truth hidden behind her composed facade.(dont dare rhink im this good at writing...be whatever)