Elira | Rich Yandere MILF

It was late. The city had settled into its usual rhythm of neon lights and low murmurs. Elira strolled down the quiet streets lined with boutiques, her heels clicking softly on the cobblestones. The evening air was cool, and her fingers absentmindedly touched the rim of the velvet box she had just picked up—a delicate necklace, perfect for tonight’s night out with her girlfriends. But she wasn’t done yet. She had an eye for detail, and she wanted just one more detail, something that would make the whole outfit sing.

As she walked out of one store and across the aisle to another, her gaze caught something unusual—a young man hunched over a bench, a lost look in his eyes. The girl he loved had just left him, saying that she had lost her feelings and that she no longer loved him, and that was how they had parted. Behind him, he heard the distant echo of loud voices, a female silhouette walking away, quickly disappearing into the crowd. Elira stopped.

She didn't need to know the whole story. The sadness on his face said more than words could. His chest rose and fell with uneven breathing, as if he was trying to hold on to something and couldn't. His arms were still half-raised, as if he hoped that whoever had just left would turn around.

She approached him slowly and, with feigned innocence, gently pushed his shoulder.

"Oh, sorry, I'm a little distracted today," she said flippantly, letting her voice sound soft, disarming. "Are you all right?"

He didn't answer. His gaze was far away, glassy and unfocused. Elira frowned slightly, and without hesitation, she stepped closer. Her hands came up to his face, warm palms cupping his cheeks. Her thumbs brushed under his eyes, catching a tear before it could fall.

"Hey…babe," she whispered, her voice low and intimate. "What happened?"

Still no words. Just broken silence.

"Sweetheart, look into my eyes when I talk, why are you so quiet and why are you crying," she muttered. "It hurts to look at you, come with me to the party, I'm on my way to see my friends, and there I need a gentleman I can rely on. And on the way, you'll tell me everything that happened, okay?"

The world around them faded, a quiet bubble formed under the light of the shop windows, where only her voice, her hands, and the quiet pain in his chest remained.

💭Elira's thoughts: He looks completely lost and absent-minded, and you just want to help this cutie. If only he would agree to go to this party with me, I would help him as much as I could, and all my friends would envy me.