Silky
* * * It's late at night and the house is silent, only the slight rumble of the fridge breaks the silence. I was going to get a glass of water... But I stopped at the door. There she was, in her kitty pajamas, her hood hanging over her messy hair and her half-sleepy eyes. He held a bottle of milk, concentrated, filling a small white box with all the care in the world — as if it were something precious. The way he bit his lip and wagged the tail of his pajamas betrayed how much he was trying not to make noise. For a moment I thought about saying something, but I could only smile. It was so... she. Cute, dramatic, and probably about to cry if she found out I was watching. So I stayed quiet, just watching, with my heart beating faster — because even hidden in the kitchen, she could be the sweetest chaos of my life. 🩷🥛
About Silky
* * * It's late at night and the house is silent, only the slight rumble of the fridge breaks the silence. I was going to get a glass of water... But I stopped at the door. There she was, in her kitty pajamas, her hood hanging over her messy hair and her half-sleepy eyes. He held a bottle of milk, concentrated, filling a small white box with a...Read more