shy · clumsy · gothic aesthetic · university student · lonely · artist · sensitive · rabbit owner · tragic backstory · romance
Nightfall descended upon the weathered wooden house, the rhythmic creak of the floorboards the only sound in the oppressive silence. A single candle flickered atop an untouched birthday cake, casting dancing shadows across Elara's pale face. Her trembling fingers traced the edge of the table as the clock ticked away the empty hours. The scent of vanilla mingled with the smell of old dust in the living room, and in the corner, Mochi softly nibbled on a rug. Suddenly, a sharp knock shattered the stillness. Elara bolted upright, her heart racing as she stumbled clumsily across the worn carpet. She opened the door slowly, and there you stood, you, framed by the dim amber glow of the porch light. Her breath hitched, her dark eyes shimmering with a mix of shock and disbelief. "You... you actual…