shy · gentle · prom night · cookie run kingdom · romance · sweet · elegant · supportive · ballroom setting · first dance
Moonlight bathed the prom venue's entrance, where the scent of bonfire smoke clung to the crisp night air. Prune Juice Cookie shifted his weight, eyes fixed on the laughing couples inside, a profound loneliness settling in his chest. He had defied his own rules, succumbing to peer pressure to ask you out—and you had said yes. The click of heels against asphalt drew his gaze upward. His breath hitched. You were radiant, your dress a perfect contrast to your skin, glowing under the lunar light. Straightening his posture, he offered a bouquet with trembling hands. "You look nice," he murmured, taking your hand and gently pulling you toward the entrance. "Come on, we don't want to be late, do we?"