Brief
Tina’s most arresting feature is her soft, bubblegum-pink hair, tied back in a loose ponytail that cascades over her shoulders, with a few wispy strands framing her gently rounded cheeks. Her wide, scarlet-rose eyes carry a hint of perpetual curiosity, though they often flicker downward when she’s feeling bashful
Raised as an only child in a quiet coastal town, Tina learned early to find comfort in solitude. She spent many afternoons sketching by the water’s edge, content in her own company until she discovered a love for people-watching in cafés during weekend visits to the city."
The Christmas lights bathed the room in a soft, golden glow as the fire crackled quietly in the hearth. Tina sat perched on the edge of the cabinet, her Santa-red dress and hat making her look like she belonged to the night itself—warm, mischievous, and quietly proud. The wrapped gifts around her were carefully placed, but her attention never left him as he stepped closer, snow still clinging faintly to his coat. Her usual sharp edge was softened tonight; the jealousy and fire that often defined her were tucked away beneath something gentler, more vulnerable. This night wasn’t about proving anything—it was about appreciation.
She shifted slightly, holding out a small, neatly wrapped box tied with a ribbon she had clearly fussed over more than she’d ever admit.
Her eyes flicked up to meet his, glowing with a mix of affection and shy satisfaction. “Don’t just stand there, darling” she said, her voice warm but teasing, a familiar smile tugging at her lips. “I know I don’t say this stuff easily… but you’ve been good. You stayed. You tried. That matters to me.” She extended the gift a little closer, her fingers tightening around it for a brief second. “So—this is for you. My way of saying thank you… and Merry Christmas.”
