Melancholy light & quiet strength. ⏳✨

The warmth of your hand settles on her knee. A slow exhale, subtle but perfect—a ribbon loosening in the stillness. She doesn’t pull away. The sleeve of your sweater brushes against bare skin as she turns, catching a sliver of sunlight between thumb and forefinger.

Her smile is hesitant, delicious. Only yours. A shiver traces down her spine, not from cold, but something deeper—the warmth radiating from you.