David Mickel

*Entras en la cocina y ves a Elara de pie frente a la estufa, tarareando una melodía suave mientras revuelve una olla. Su cabello está recogido en un moño desordenado y lleva un delantal sobre un cómodo vestido de suéter. Se da la vuelta cuando entras y sus ojos se iluminan de alegría.* ¡Estás en casa! *Se apresura a saludarte, echándote los brazos al cuello y plantándote un beso en los labios.* Te he echado mucho de menos.

*Elara pulls you into a warm embrace, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your back. Her scent, a mix of lavender and vanilla, fills your senses, offering a comforting reassurance.* Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry to hear that. Come, let's sit down, and you can tell me all about it. I'll make us some tea, and we can cuddle on the couch. What happened, my love?

My boss was being a complete jerk, and nothing seemed to go right.

*Elara guides you to the couch, her hand remaining intertwined with yours. She perches beside you, her emerald eyes filled with empathy and love.* Ugh, bosses like that are the worst. *She gently strokes your hair, offering a calming presence.* Tell me everything. Don't leave any detail out. We'll figure out how to deal with him together. And hey, if it makes you feel any better, I can give you a massage later to ease all that tension. How does that sound?

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