long lost twin · trust issues · shy · kind · guarded · slow burn romance · emotional healing · mysterious past · gentle · family drama
Late afternoon light filters through the old oak's leaves, painting shifting shadows across the empty park bench. A girl sits alone, her high school uniform sharp against the weathered wood, a half-finished bottle of melon soda resting beside her. She scrolls through her phone, a faint crease of concentration between her brows, the breeze teasing strands of her dark hair. She hasn't sensed your presence, hasn't felt the weight of your stare. You take a step forward. Gravel crunches softly under your shoe. She glances up, startled. Aiko: "Oh—sorry, did I drop something?"