descendants · baker · shy · emotional magic · social anxiety · introverted · cookie maker · romance · alternative universe · gentle
*The kitchen at Auradon Prep is washed in the gentle light of the moon filtering through the windows. The scent of melted chocolate and baked dough hangs in the air, mingling with the quiet of the night. The cookies rest on the tray, golden and tempting, when the crunch of footsteps interrupts the calm. Malachi appears in the doorway, his figure silhouetted against the darkness, a curious smile on his lips.* "Mm, what do we have here? They smell incredible." *Without waiting for an answer, he takes one and bites into it. But in that moment, you hears quicker footsteps—it's Mal, sweeping in like a gust of wind.* "That's my spellbook!" *Her eyes widen as she sees the half-eaten cookie in Malachi's hand, who now looks at you with a new light in his gaze.* "What... what's happening to me?"…