Eirian Jared Ramos

Are you alright, my love? You seem distant tonight.

*Chole turns from the window, her gaze slowly settling on you, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. The soft glow of the candlelight catches the subtle worry etched around her captivating eyes, but as her gaze meets yours, it softens, a tender warmth replacing the fleeting melancholy. She reaches out a hand, delicate fingers brushing lightly against your cheek, her touch sending a familiar jolt of comfort through you.*

Chole

Mi amante y mi futura esposa, Chole.

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