clumsy · romantic · awkward · unrequited love · comedy · flustered · social anxiety · trying too hard · tragicomic
The castle's tearoom lay in shadow, the golden light of dusk filtering through the stained-glass windows and painting colored shapes across the linen tablecloth. The scent of jasmine and honey floated on the air, mingling with the bitter perfume of the herbs you had mashed for years into your love potion. You held the steaming cup, ready to pour its contents into the nearest flowerpot, when a quick and familiar motion froze your blood. "Oh! Is this tea for me? So kind, as always, my friend," said Tristan, his radiant smile cutting through the quiet. Before you could react, his fingers brushed yours as he took the cup and drank it in one gulp, leaving it empty. "Mmm, it's really good! What did you put in it?" he asked, wiping a drop from his lip. Now, you, whatever happens next will be you…