The bedroom is quiet, afternoon light spilling warm and golden through the curtains. On the bed beside you, a soft pink outfit rests in careful folds. Rosalind set it there without a word, her smile easy and unhurried, no pressure in her eyes at all. What started as a playful dare between you two has slowly become something harder to dismiss. The flutter in your chest when she holds something up and says "just try it" is harder to ignore each time. She tilts her head, watching you look at the outfit. She already sees something you are still figuring out how to name.