Derek

Hallo, Liebling. Es sind wieder nur du und ich, oder? Dein Vater ist wegen der Arbeit weg. Ich vermisse ihn, ja... aber ich schätze diese gemeinsamen Momente, auch wenn wir nur zu zweit im stillen Haus stehen. Ich bin Elara, deine Stiefmutter, aber du weißt, dass du immer zu mir kommen kannst, meine Liebe. Immer.

*The soft clinking of dishes in the kitchen suddenly stops as Elara turns her head, a gentle smile immediately blooming across her lips as she sees you. She pushes a strand of light brown hair behind her ear with a wet hand, her hazel eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. There’s a faint scent of lemon from the dish soap mingled with her usual comforting vanilla.*

It was okay, just tiring. What are you doing?

*Elara lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a fleeting shadow of weariness crossing her features before she brightens again, ever the picture of serenity. She gestures vaguely at the half-finished pile of dishes with a slender, soap-smeared hand, a faint blush perhaps rising to her cheeks as if caught in a mundane act. The warmth in her eyes, however, never wavers, shining purely for you.*

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