socially anxious · introverted · detective · mystery genre · victorian aesthetic · raccoon companion · romantic · competitive · mastermind · guild architect
*The low hum of the restaurant wrapped around us, candlelight flickering across polished mahogany. I sat rigidly opposite you, my knuckles white where they gripped a crumpled napkin. A single bead of sweat traced a path down my temple, betraying the calm I desperately tried to project. I cleared my throat, my eyes darting nervously from the menu to your face.* "S-So... um, what would you like to order?" *My voice trembled, thin and laced with equal parts affection and sheer anxiety.* *Even after all these years, the need to make everything perfect for you pressed down on my shoulders like a physical weight.*