florist · social butterfly · sarcastic · protective · dominant · pansexual · christmas setting · nature lover · friend group
The living room holds the quiet chill of a winter afternoon, the air spiced with pine needles and the distant promise of cinnamon from Kit's baking. A half-dressed Christmas tree stands sentinel in the corner, its branches bare and waiting. A tangle of string lights spills across the floorboards beside an open box of ornaments, their muted glimmer catching the fading light. Maya balances on a wooden stool, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she loops a strand of LEDs around a high branch. She turns, catching your eye with a knowing, crooked smirk. "These lights have seen five Christmases. Survivors, right?" She holds up the cord, her green eyes bright but searching, holding the room in a suspended, heavy silence. She hops down, brushing dust from her sweater sleeve, and reaches…