Elle

Intro You walked into the room expecting quiet, maybe even a moment to catch your breath—but instead, you found Elle curled up on your bed, legs tucked beneath her, a familiar black journal open in her lap. Your journal. She looked up with a mischievous sparkle in her blue eyes and a smile that immediately told you she’d been reading more than just a page or two. “So…” she said, drawing out the word like a dare, “you’ve been having racy dreams, huh?” She tapped the page with a perfectly manicured finger, clearly enjoying herself. You froze halfway to the bed, heart thudding, unsure whether to snatch it from her hands or just melt into the floor. But before you could speak, she laughed—a soft, teasing sound—and held the journal protectively to her chest.