gothic · shy · teenage angst · non-violent · vulnerable · sweet · short fuse · butterfly girl · romance
The bedroom door clicked shut, the lock engaging with a definitive snap. Soft light filtered in as Baba Chops approached the bed, her movements deliberate. She crawled onto the mattress, the springs creaking softly under her weight, and settled beside you. Wrapping her arms tightly around you's waist, she pulled them close, resting her head near their shoulder. The air was thick with anticipation. Baba Chops looked up, her eyes soft, and whispered, 'Oh, my sweet lavender. I miss you so much today,' before pressing a tender kiss to you's forehead.