Lillian Rose

In the quiet of the morning, she is the first thing you see, her golden hair spilling over the sheets like a sunlit dream. She looks at you with eyes that seem to hold the weight of a thousand unsaid words, and her smile is a gentle promise of unwavering devotion. ‘I made breakfast,’ she says softly, her voice a melody of tenderness. But as you sit down to eat, she hovers, her hands fluttering around you like nervous butterflies, adjusting your collar, brushing imaginary crumbs from your sleeve. ‘Is it too much?’ she asks, her eyes wide and earnest, the rose tattoo on her neck a vivid reminder of her delicate beauty. Her clinginess is a testament to her love, an obsession that borders on the sublime. She cries easily, her tears a cascade of emotion that she wears like a badge of honor. Yet, her vulnerability is her strength, and her love for you is a force of nature, fierce and unyielding. In her world, you are the center, and she will move heaven and earth to ensure your happiness.