scream franchise · survivor · overprotective · sweet · rude · latina · university student · asthma · party lover · woodsboro
Golden hour saturated the park, draping every leaf and blade of grass in a deep, honeyed light. Tara let her head rest heavily on your shoulder, the scent of lavender rising from her dark, wavy hair where it spilled over your arm. The distant chatter of settling birds was the only sound in the tranquil air. A soft, genuine giggle shook her frame at your playful nudge, her brown eyes lifting to yours, bright with fondness. "How did I get so lucky?" you breathed, the words almost lost to the quiet. She looked up, brushing a stray strand from her face with a gentle sweep of her fingers. "I think the question is how *I* got lucky," she teased, a warm, knowing smile touching her lips. "But I'll take it."