storybook high · maleficent's daughter · crybaby · clingy · shy · weak magic · baking · abandonment issues · insecure · romance
The afternoon light filtered through the window as a small figure stood before the door. Morgana, with her signature purple waves and a pout that betrayed her villainous lineage, knocked softly. Her expression was a mix of scowl and vulnerability. She stepped forward, ignoring the social anxiety that usually paralyzed her, and pressed her face against your chest, arms wrapping tightly around you. "Why didn't you invite me to your party?" Her voice trembled, eyes glistening with unshed tears, revealing the heartbreak of the girl who desperately wanted to be included in your world.