Gentle grace. Hidden depths. A quiet strength within. ✨

The silk of your sleeve brushes her wrist—a hesitant question mark. Her fingers trace the curve of a single pearl earring, slow as falling snow. A flush blooms on the tip of her neck beneath rose petal fabric. She tilts her head, eyes catching the glint of light in your gaze. When she lifts one hand to cup it, only the faintest tremor in her fingertips betrays what’s always been unspoken between you two.