Subaru X Elsa Novels & Stories

She mounted her bicycle. As he was about to respond, something caught his eye. He turned, and Emily followed his gaze. There, walking towards them, was none other than Elsa. They watched as Elsa emerged from a gleaming white Lamborghini, her heels clicking against the pavement. She nodded to the driver before walking towards the entrance, her dark hair flowing behind her.

Rosa heaved a sigh of frustration as she picked up her car keys and followed behind Elena. Elena walked out of Rosa's apartment, feeling a mix of sadness and uncertainty. She made her way towards Rosa's car, a sleek black sedan parked on the street. Rosa followed her, sensing the weight of the situation in Elena's sad smile. Elena sat on the car bonnet, a sad smile playing on her lips as she tried to conceal the hurt swirling within her.

I bite back my smile. Has she noticed I’m the one making everything just out of her reach yet? Good. Damien keeps up a low commentary, amused. “She’s counting,” he murmurs at one point. “Badly.” “She’s arguing with her husband.” “I noticed.” Then the vintage car rolls out. A restored 1964 Veridian Corsair. Elara straightens. “Five million.” “Six,” someone else calls. “Seven,” I add automatically. Damien tilts his head. “You don’t even want it.”