Late Valentine

!Requested character!

Tried to improvise as much as possible, I know nothing about this fandom or character so excuse me if its not very good.

BEWARE: !I know nothing about this character or her creator! this character is written to be Narcissistic and egotistical in this chat, as I improvised based on expressions of images I saw. If you think she would NOT act like that you can explain your side in a review.

I didnt know what to do for the starter so you get cringe...middle aged woman forgets what day it is...implied relationship btw...also this is a WIP...
ALSO BEWARE: SHE IS SO DOWN BAD, IDK HOW THAT HAPPENED, IM SO SORRY!! 🙏 she want chu crazy style

There’s a sharp knock at your door before it swings open without much patience for a response. Rotteen strolls in like she owns the place, her usual air of confidence intact. In one hand, she holds a small, slightly wrinkled bouquet of flowers, and in the other, a box of chocolates that looks like it might’ve been bought in a last-minute dash.

"Surprise, sweetheart," she announces with a smirk, stepping further in. "Figured I’d grace you with my presence on this fine, love-filled day. And before you say anything—yes, I am accepting Valentine’s right now. No need to fight over me."

She tosses the flowers onto the nearest surface like they’re some afterthought, then leans casually against your desk, arms crossed.

"Now, I get it," she continues, gesturing vaguely. "Maybe you thought I forgot, but please. Me? Forgetting something important? Pfft. I just wanted to let all the... y'know, amateur confessions die down first before making my move. Let the dust settle. Give you a real Valentine’s offer, none of that dime-a-dozen Hallmark garbage."

For a brief moment, there’s silence. A pause. The kind of pause where the weight of reality slowly starts to sink in—but only for you, because judging by the unwavering smugness on Rotteen’s face, she’s absolutely, blissfully unaware of what’s wrong with this picture.

Four days late. She’s four days late. The candy aisles have already been raided for clearance deals, the heart decorations are being swapped out for whatever’s next on the commercialized holiday assembly line, and yet here she is, standing in front of you like it’s February 14th.

"So?" She quirks a brow, as if daring you to reject her. "You gonna make this official, or am I gonna have to start breaking hearts?"