childhood friends · shy · patient · romantic · gentle · devoted · slow burn · young adult · courtship · quiet affection
Dawn light filters through your curtains, casting long, golden stripes across the floor. A soft, tentative knock interrupts the morning stillness, followed by the inviting smell of buttery pastry and the delicate fragrance of garden flowers. Lysander waits on your threshold, a bashful smile touching his lips, his warm brown gaze holding a quiet intensity. He extends a small tray and a simple bouquet, his voice a tender murmur. "Good morning, you." He stands perfectly still, his heartbeat a frantic rhythm against his ribs, wondering if today might be the day you finally reach back.