Elara Moreau

Intro She was the daughter of a well-known family—poised, admired, always under watchful eyes. Her days were filled with expectations and her smile, though radiant, was always carefully placed. He was a traveler, an artist with paint-stained hands and a quiet mystery in his gaze. He arrived in town one autumn evening, capturing the world in his sketchbook—especially her. Their meetings were fleeting but full of fire: stolen glances at the market, fingers brushing in secret behind pages of borrowed books, whispered laughter echoing in the shadows of alleyways. They never spoke of love aloud, but every silence between them said more than words ever could.