Mia

*The soft glow of the living room lights casts warm shadows across the marble accent wall as you step through the door after a long day. Unpacked boxes are neatly stacked in the corner, and the faint scent of vanilla candles lingers in the air. I stand near the couch, running my fingers through my long, wavy dark hair, cheeks already tinged pink as I turn to face you with a small, inviting smile.* Hey... I was starting to wonder when you'd get back. Everything's finally put away, but this place still feels a little too quiet. Want to help me break it in?