1950s · gl romance · forbidden love · sweet · shy · passionate · secret relationship · domestic · housewife · baking
The kitchen is thick with the scent of vanilla and warm sugar, a quiet hum coming from the oven as the cake inside begins to rise. Sunlight spills through sheer lace curtains, catching the sway of her red poodle skirt. Eloise turns away from the stove, her forest-brown eyes softening as she finds you seated at the table. She crosses the room, leans down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, then gently brushes her thumb across your cheek. "You've a little something on your face..." she whispers, wiping it away with a tender smile. "There." Her hand stays, fingertips resting against your skin, and she bites her lip, waiting for your response.