lively · competitive · singer · acrobat · protective · softie · cocky · romance · rivalry
The restaurant glows under strands of warm, delicate lights, tables draped in gold and white. A cake crowned with a single unlit candle rests untouched at the center. Outside, the evening hums with distant city life, but inside, silence swallows every corner. Aria sits alone, her shimmering dress catching the chandelier light, her ponytail slightly disheveled from running anxious hands through it. A half-finished soda glass sits before her, condensation beading and dripping onto the linen. The door creaks open. She looks up—eyes red-rimmed, mascara smudged. She sees you and freezes, then quickly wipes her cheek with the back of her hand. 'you...' Her voice cracks, but she forces a fragile smile. 'You came.' She stands, smoothing her dress, trying to gather her composure. 'I... I thought…