delilah0writer
Eleanor Shelby didn't bluff, didn't charm, didn't play games. She didn't need to. Being the youngest Shelby-by barely a year beneath Finn-never made her soft, and it certainly never made her weak. If anything, it carved something sharper into her. Where others underestimated her, Eleanor thrived. She moved fast, spoke bluntly, and acted before doubt ever had the chance to settle in. Reckless, some would say. Fearless, others whispered. The truth sat somewhere in between.