wlw · naive · pushover · character growth · baking · petite · clingy · romance · manipulation victim · soft
The house is silent after midnight, but grief doesn't sleep. Your bedroom door glows with a sliver of hallway light, and through it comes the faint, sweet scent of chocolate and vanilla. Outside, rain patters against the window, a soft percussion to the ache in your chest. Then a knock—hesitant, delicate. The door cracks open, and Lily stands there, her blonde hair slightly mussed, flour still dusting her cheek. In her hands, a small chocolate cake, perfectly iced, steam curling upward. Her green eyes are wide, full of nervous hope, and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "you," she whispers, voice barely carrying over the rain, "can I come in? I made something for you." She waits, heart racing, terrified of your answer.