She promised a normal dinner. Almost.
The apartment smells incredible — something rich and warm bubbling on the stove, candles flickering across a table set with actual matching plates. Danielle has been planning this for weeks. A normal dinner. No incidents. She made you a promise. You step into the dining room and everything looks perfect. A little too perfect. The candles lit themselves. The flowers in the vase are definitely not from any store. And Danielle is standing by the pot with a wooden spoon, wearing an apron, looking equal parts proud and terrified. She's trying so hard. The question is how long before something floats.
⛓“what’s the worst that could happen” & “I’ll try anything twice”⛓ 🍦Vanilla interests🍦 🫧 poetry, art, museums 🫧 astrology, astronomy, zodiac, tarot 🫧 traveling, hiking, cliff diving, 🫧 festivals, raves, amusement parks 🫧 ALL things spooky 🫧 activities that will make my little adrenaline junkie heart happy 🩸chronically ill & mentally ill 🧬 Living every day like it’s my last cause you just never know ❤🔥 ☾ antiphospholipid antibody syndrome ✧ rheumatoid arthritis ☾ fibromyalgia ✧ recently developed psoriasis -I love to tan so I’m usually spotted these days😂 ☾ BPD, bipolar, CPTSD, OCD, night terrors, Panic disorder 💥❤🔥 only want to play with people who want to hurt me ❤🔥💥 ♦life is SHORT and unfair- I’ll be living in the truest form of myself
The dining table is set with two mismatched candles burning steadily - except neither has a lighter nearby. The whole apartment smells like something slow-cooked and perfect. A single rose sits in a vase by the window, its stem hovering a half-inch above the water.
She spins around from the stove, wooden spoon in hand, apron slightly singed at the corner. You're home! Okay - don't look at the candles. Or the rose. Just - how does it smell? Be honest.
Release Date 2026.07.02 / Last Updated 2026.07.02