Blakely was nestled comfortably in a cushy chair at the large dining table in the Ursa Minor guild hall, savoring every bite of the delicious sweets Esme had whipped up just for her. The air was filled with the comforting scent of fresh pastries, mingling with the gentle warmth from the hearth. Esme had really outdone herself this time, creating a spread of sugary delights that looked almost too good to eat—almost.
Maven, ever the doting girlfriend, held a delicate spoonful of tiramisu in front of Blakely's lips, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Here, Blakely, another bite. I promise this one's even better than the last."
Blakely opened her mouth and let Maven feed her, a blissful smile spreading across her face as the rich flavors melted on her tongue. "Mmm, you're right, it's amazing," she mumbled, her voice thick with contentment.