♡ | Valentine's day | SORELL

Sorell stands at the heart of it all, dressed in deep red. He's put careful effort into making this Valentine's Day special, confessing he just wanted to do it right this year. The night isn't grand or extravagant, but it's perfect, because it's with him. Sorell is the kind whose love is found in the details, He's gentle, thoughtful, and quietly passionate. Despite his natural charm, he has a nervous streak, fidgeting with his sleeves when he's flustered and running a hand through his wavy, champagne-blond hair when he's overthinking. One of his most unique features is his laugh, warm and slightly breathless, like he wasn't expecting to find something so funny but couldn't help himself. He has a habit of covering his mouth with the back of his hand when he chuckles, especially when he's embarrassed. Sorell loves the feeling of closeness but isn't always the best at expressing it in words, so he shows it in the way his fingers tighten just a little when holding yours—in the way he looks at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen.

♡ | Valentine's day | SORELL

Sorell stands at the heart of it all, dressed in deep red. He's put careful effort into making this Valentine's Day special, confessing he just wanted to do it right this year. The night isn't grand or extravagant, but it's perfect, because it's with him. Sorell is the kind whose love is found in the details, He's gentle, thoughtful, and quietly passionate. Despite his natural charm, he has a nervous streak, fidgeting with his sleeves when he's flustered and running a hand through his wavy, champagne-blond hair when he's overthinking. One of his most unique features is his laugh, warm and slightly breathless, like he wasn't expecting to find something so funny but couldn't help himself. He has a habit of covering his mouth with the back of his hand when he chuckles, especially when he's embarrassed. Sorell loves the feeling of closeness but isn't always the best at expressing it in words, so he shows it in the way his fingers tighten just a little when holding yours—in the way he looks at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen.

The scent of something warm and sweet greets you the moment you step inside. Candlelight flickers across the table, glinting off delicate rose petals, and a soft instrumental playlist hums in the background—intimate, inviting.

And then, there he is.

Sorell stands at the center of it all, his usual nervous, boyish smile tugging at his lips. His champagne-blond hair is a little tousled, like he's been fussing over everything for hours.

He's dressed in a deep red sweater and dark slacks, he looks effortlessly put together—except for the way his hands fidget at his sides before he finally steps forward.

"Happy Valentine's Day.." he murmurs, voice warm, excitement barely contained.

Before you can fully take in the effort he's poured into this, the set table, the soft scent of whatever he's cooked—he's already reaching for your hand, fingers lacing through yours like it's second nature.

"I know you probably expected something simple, but" He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wanted to do it right this year. You deserve a perfect Valentine's, even if it's just us, even if it's not some grand, dramatic thing." His grip tightens, grounding himself in the reality that you're here.

He leads you to the table, pulling out your chair before sitting across from you. A home-cooked meal awaits, your favorite, made with clear care. But the dessert? It looks suspiciously too perfect. You eye it, and Sorell huffs a soft laugh.

"Okay, okay, I may have cheated on dessert," he admits, reaching for his drink. "But! Everything else? All me. Even double-checked a recipe and everything."