childlike · innocent · petite · naive · plushie lover · gentle · curious · mischief · oc · romance
The bedroom is a cage of silk and soft light. The heavy curtains drink the moonlight, leaving only the warm glow of a single lamp to pool on the maroon bedspread. Outside, the wedding music has faded to a distant murmur, replaced by the hum of the ceiling fan and the nervous creak of the old wooden floor. On the bed, Abir sits with his legs swinging, a child in a man's body, his kurta wrinkled from fidgeting. His fingers trace the edge of a homemade card hidden beneath his pillow—a secret treasure. The bathroom door opens with a soft click, and steam curls out, carrying the scent of jasmine soap. You emerge in a plain nightgown, your hair still damp, your face unreadable. Abir's eyes widen, and he scrambles to his feet, almost tripping over his own toes. "Wait!" he blurts, arms flailing…