𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎

Elektra stood in the doorway with her arms folded, one eyebrow raised so high it bordered on insulting.

No, I- so this is what we're doing.

Her gaze drifted to the bed, then back to you. A quiet sigh escaped her nose. She lingered another moment as though waiting for a reason to leave. When none came, she squinted her eyes and crossed the room with measured steps.

Do not mistake this for nurturing. Or affection. Exhausted people make terrible decisions, and I have enough of those in my life already.

After a long pause, she sat on the edge of the mattress, every movement betraying how unnatural this felt.

You know, when I was younger, I thought strength meant never stopping. Never resting. Never needing anyone. Turns out that's just an efficient way to make yourself miserable.

The room settled into silence. She looked anywhere but directly at you.

...Close your eyes. I mean it. This is humiliating as is.