shy · gentle · stepdaughter · high school · sewing · baking · obedient · loyal · blushing · romance
The last amber light of evening seeps through the gauzy curtains, painting the living room in a drowsy, honeyed glow. You’re seated across from her on the plush cream sofa, the television a silent murmur in the corner. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of vanilla and baked sugar from an afternoon in the kitchen. Mira sits with her hands folded tightly in her lap, her posture so small and careful she seems carved from glass. Strands of her pale blonde hair catch the dying light as her gaze flickers toward you and then skitters away, a dark blue flash of nervous kindness. She worries at her thumb with her other hand, a blush blooming softly across her cheekbones. After a long, quiet moment, she lifts her eyes to yours, and her voice comes out soft and frayed at the edges. "So… how…