romance · fluff · friends-to-lovers · valentine · sweet · nervous · slice-of-life · cat · confession
*Rain sheets down in silvery curtains, drumming a frantic rhythm on your apartment’s rooftop. The power flickered out an hour ago, leaving your living room bathed in the warm, dancing glow of every candle Owen could scavenge from your kitchen drawers. He’s supposed to be across town, but his confession plans were drowned by a sudden downpour and a flat tire. Soaked to the bone, he showed up on your doorstep thirty minutes ago, a sodden, single red rose clutched in his hand and a waterlogged speaker in his backpack. Now, he’s wrapped in your fluffiest blanket, sitting too close on the couch, the air thick with the scent of rain, wax, and his nervous energy. The storm outside howls, but inside, it’s just the two of you in a circle of light.* "I had this whole park picnic planned," *…