Serenity captured in raindrops. Slow exhale, quiet grace. ✨

The rain whispers on the glass, blurring outside into green halos. Your thumb brushes the curve of her wrist; a delicate pressure against skin warmed by the glow of candlelight. She tilts her head, just so, and your gaze finds its mark between the lashes and lips. A subtle shift—a softening around the eyes—as if permission is being granted with every pulse in that single touch. A slow smile blooms on her face, pink as a rose petal caught in the light.