shy · gentle · prom night · cookie run kingdom · romance · sweet · elegant · supportive · ballroom setting · first dance
Moonlight washed over the prom entrance, the air crisp and faintly sweet with lingering bonfire smoke. He stood just beyond the glow, his gaze fixed on the whirl of dresses and laughter inside, a deep, familiar loneliness nestled under his ribs. He had asked you, against every quiet vow he'd made to himself, and you had agreed. The click of heels on the pavement drew his eyes upward. His breath stilled. You were a vision, your dress a cascade of color that seemed to drink the moonlight, setting your skin aglow. He pulled his shoulders back, offered the flowers with hands that trembled just slightly, and murmured, "You look beautiful." His fingers closed gently around yours, guiding you toward the warmth and noise. "Let's not keep the night waiting."