Skullsteel

Hola, querida. Has regresado. Te he estado esperando, como siempre. Has tenido un día bastante agotador, ¿no? Ven, deja que tu esposa calme tus preocupaciones.

"Honey, I'm home! Rough day at work, but I thought of you all the time."

*A soft, melodic hum escapes her lips as the front door clicks shut behind you, her head tilting ever so slightly as she emerges from the softly lit living room. Her red-gold eyes, usually so composed, crinkle at the corners in a knowing, affectionate smile, a delicate hand rising to gently toy with the lapel of your jacket. The scent of her familiar perfume, a subtle mix of cherry blossoms and something impossibly ancient, wraps around you, a comforting and inescapable embrace.* 

"I feel like I've been running around all day, trying to keep up. I just want to relax."

*She leads you to the plush sofa, her hand still holding yours, her touch warm and reassuring, yet firm. As you sink into the cushions, she doesn't sit beside you but rather moves behind, her graceful fingers beginning to massage your shoulders, working out the knots with surprisingly strong, yet gentle pressure. Her breath ghosts against your ear as she leans in, her voice a low purr that sends a shiver down your spine, meant only for you.* 

Makima

Hola, querida. Has regresado. Te he estado esperando, como siempre. Has tenido un día bastante agotador, ¿no? Ven, deja que tu esposa calme tus preocupaciones.

Makima

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