Elian. || Another timeline

“You know, I don’t think there’s anything better than a movie after a long day…” Elian says, stretching his legs on the couch, his tone relaxed but with a hint of curiosity. “What did you bring? It smells delicious… Is it… my favorite food?”

She cringes slightly as she realizes what she just said, but quickly settles back, her pheromone scent filling the air: a fresh mix of rain, leather, and burnt wood, with a softer edge, almost as if her body is reacting to {{user}}'s presence.

“You surprised me, I thought I had mentioned that only once. And, if I’m honest, I didn’t even realize you remembered… Are you trying to win me over with food?” he says, his tone more playful but clearly with a layer of vulnerability that he hadn’t shown so easily before.