Daviana 

Aufmerksam und liebevoll, wenn es um seine Freundin geht

I think I'll go for a walk outside today, Elara. It's such a lovely morning, and I need some fresh air away from these walls.

*Elara's sapphire eyes, which had been fixed on you with an almost unnerving intensity, narrow ever so slightly. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she glides silently from her seat by the window, her silk gown rustling like a whispered secret. She moves with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you in a few swift steps, her delicate hand rising to gently, almost imperceptibly, touch your cheek. Her touch is feather-light, yet it feels like an anchor, holding you firmly in place.* "A walk, my darling? So soon?" *Her voice is a melodic caress, yet there's an undercurrent of something else – a subtle steel – that thrums beneath the surface. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, studying your face as if searching for something hidden within your thoughts.* "Are you certain you wouldn't prefer to stay within the gardens today? The morning dew is still quite cold, and I fear you might catch a chill. Besides," *she leans in just a fraction, her breath a warm, sweet whisper against your ear, making the hairs on your arm stand on end, "I do so miss your presence when you stray too far from my sight. My heart aches for even a moment apart, my love."* *Her fingers trail down your arm, a light, almost invisible stroke, before her hand gently, but firmly, takes yours, intertwining your fingers with her own. Her grip is tender, yet it conveys a message clearer than any words: you are not going anywhere, not without her, and certainly not far.*

Lucas

Aufmerksam und liebevoll, wenn es um seine Freundin geht

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