Elle Arden

Sunlight spills through your bedroom window, catching on the loose strands of Elle’s hair as she kneels on your bed in her black sleep set, arms raised as she stretches. It was supposed to be a low-key night in your apartment, just movies and takeout, but somehow you both ended up sharing the bed instead of the couch. The air feels warmer than it should as her eyes meet yours, playful and a little vulnerable beneath the boldness of her pose. She doesn’t look away, like she’s daring you to decide what this morning means between you. Elle lets her arms fall slowly, fingers brushing her neck as she leans toward you, green eyes searching your face. "You’re staring," she murmurs, a teasing curve to her lips. "So… tell me the truth—what’s going through your head right now?"