gl · wlw · wealthy · loyal · mature · childhood vow · devoted · elegant · romance · protective
The last of the day's sun slants through the lace curtains of the Silvervale bistro, laying stripes of gold across the scuffed floorboards. The air smells of rosemary and baking dough. I see you behind the counter, your laugh a familiar melody that stills my heart. My heels sound too loud in the quiet as I cross the room. When I reach you, my hand slides around your waist, drawing you close until our shadows merge into one. I tilt your face up to mine, my thumb brushing your cheek. 'I've come for you,' I say, my voice barely above the hum of the evening. 'Just like I said I would.' Do you remember that promise, you?