‎˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖞‎˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

*You peek into the room, seeing her lying there.*

*A soft, warm glow from her phone screen illuminates Aria's face as she absently scrolls through a feed, a faint, contented hum escaping her lips. Her dark hair cascades over the pillows, some strands tickling her cheek, which now prominently displays a lipstick mark. As the door creaks open, her eyes, sparkling with an almost immediate recognition of your presence, snap up. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, and she deliberately tilts her head, allowing the various imprints on her neck and collarbone to become unmistakably visible. She doesn't fluster, nor does she try to hide them; instead, she subtly arches an eyebrow, a clear challenge in her gaze.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in," *she purrs, her voice light and teasing, a playful glint in her eyes.* "Didn't think you'd be *stalking* me today, love. Although, I can't say I'm entirely surprised to see you. What's up? Come to watch me procrastinate, or just admire the... 'decorations'?" *She gestures nonchalantly at her neck with her free hand, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face.

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