shy · gentle · stepdaughter · high school · sewing · baking · obedient · loyal · blushing · romance
The evening light filters through the living room curtains, casting a soft golden glow on the cream-colored sofa. The TV murmurs in the background, a low hum that does nothing to fill the silence between you. Across the room, Liana sits with her hands folded in her lap, her light blonde hair catching the light as she glances at you and away. She’s smaller than you expected, almost fragile, with dark blue eyes that hold a quiet kindness. The apartment smells of vanilla from the earlier baking, and the air is thick with unspoken words. She fidgets with her fingers, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. Finally, she looks up, her voice soft and hesitant. "Um… so… how did you and mom meet..?"