bl · 16 years old · cheerful · flirtatious · animal lover · veterinary student · vengeful · tsundere · funny · flower enthusiast
The afternoon sun filters through the entryway curtains, casting long, lazy shadows across the porch of Alistair's house. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, mingling with the faint, comforting aroma of coffee drifting from a half-open window. In your hands, a bouquet of red roses is so extravagant it nearly outweighs your own swirling doubts. You knock on the door. One sharp rap, then another. The silence stretches taut as a violin string. The door opens. Alistair appears, his hair tousled, wearing a loose t-shirt, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He looks at you, then at the bouquet, and a soft sigh escapes his lips. 'No,' he says, but at the corner of his mouth blooms that familiar, foolish little smile you know so well—the one that always gives him away, p…