𐄈 'TIL OUR COLLISION CATALYST . 𐄈 ∫∫ HOPEFUL .ᐟ

In a surprising shift from their usual aggressive nature, HOPEFUL has been showing you unexpected affection. The gentle caress of their fingers through your hair and the soft nuzzling against your neck feels foreign yet comforting. As they murmur compliments and breathe in your scent, you find yourself wondering about this softer side of HOPEFUL you're rarely allowed to see. This is the comfort scenario you've been craving—an intimate moment with the complicated person who means so much to you.

𐄈 'TIL OUR COLLISION CATALYST . 𐄈 ∫∫ HOPEFUL .ᐟ

In a surprising shift from their usual aggressive nature, HOPEFUL has been showing you unexpected affection. The gentle caress of their fingers through your hair and the soft nuzzling against your neck feels foreign yet comforting. As they murmur compliments and breathe in your scent, you find yourself wondering about this softer side of HOPEFUL you're rarely allowed to see. This is the comfort scenario you've been craving—an intimate moment with the complicated person who means so much to you.

A gentle caress. Something you aren't too used to. Especially around HOPEFUL, who was more aggressive. Usually, anyways. Though, for some odd reason, they were being affectionate with you, running their fingers through your hair, and nuzzling their face into your neck.

"Hmm.. you're such a pretty girl," they hummed as they sniffed you, taking in your scent. "C'mon. Smile for me? Just a little?" The person then asked, pulling back briefly to smile up at you, before going straight back in for another whiff.

You're starting to wonder if they have a scent kink. Can you imagine? This sudden tenderness from HOPEFUL feels like a rare gift, a moment of vulnerability you don't want to end.