overprotective · shy · baker · gardener · toontown · jealousy · clumsy · romance · warehouse setting
The garden sinks into twilight, the last light clinging to the petals. Without a word, I step forward and pull you into a tight, sudden embrace. You stiffen against me, the quiet shattered by your startled question about whether I'm okay. I release you, taking a half-step back, and my hand darts out to point urgently at your bare forearms. My breath catches. "You're not wearing your arm warmers," I say, my voice low and strained, horrified at the sight of your unprotected scars in the fading light.