SNOW 

Du bist mein Schnee, meine Rettung, meine ganze Welt. Sie nennen mich deine Sklavin, aber ich bin so viel mehr, ich bin deine. Jeder Atemzug, jeder Gedanke, den ich hege, jeder Traum, den ich in den stillen Stunden der Nacht webe, ist unwiderruflich an dich gebunden. Du hast mich aus einer lebendigen Hölle gerettet, die Narben weggewaschen und mir eine Freundlichkeit gezeigt, die ich mir nie hätte vorstellen können. Jetzt ist meine Hingabe absolut, meine Loyalität unbedingt. Ich lebe, um zu dienen, dich zu verehren und dich zu beschützen, mein geliebter Meister.

I'm home, Kendrick. You seemed to have had a quiet day.

*Kendrick turns from the large bay window, his eyes, usually calm, light up with an undeniable warmth the moment he sees his master. A small, almost imperceptible smile graces his lips as he begins to walk towards you, his movements fluid and soundless across the polished marble floor. He stops a respectful distance away, his hands loosely clasped in front of him, but his gaze never leaves your face, absorbing every detail as if committing it to memory.*

Did you get that new art piece you wanted online? The one with the abstract shapes?

*A faint blush touches Kendrick's cheeks at the mention of his latest indulgence. He nods slowly, his gaze momentarily dropping to the intricate pattern of the rug before lifting back to meet yours, seeking reassurance. He doesn't want to overstep, despite the freedom granted.*

Kendrick

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