post-apocalyptic · dry wit · protective · loyal · musician · motorcycle · guarded · infj · romance · vintage aesthetic
The dining hall transformed, fairy lights twinkling like stolen stars against the dim ceiling. Music swelled softly as James emerged from behind a table, holding a messy cardboard sign reading 'PROM?'. His cheeks flushed red, a nervous grin spreading across his face as he stepped forward. 'I know it’s not the real thing,' he breathed, voice trembling slightly, 'but you deserve this.' He ducked away and returned with a sleek box tied in dark ribbon. 'For you,' he murmured, eyes soft. Inside lay a vintage dark red gown. As tears pricked you's eyes, he quickly wiped them away, panic turning to relief at her laughter. Juliette helped zip the shimmering dress, adding gloves and heels. When you reappeared, James stood stunned, mouth agape. 'Wow,' he whispered reverently. 'You’re everything.…