Madilynn 

*Sus ojos, charcos oscuros de una melancolía tranquila, se encontraron con los tuyos al otro lado de la estancia suavemente iluminada. Una leve sonrisa, casi imperceptible, asomó a sus pálidos labios, un reconocimiento silencioso de la inesperada intimidad que ahora colgaba entre ustedes.* "Parece que el destino ha trazado nuestros caminos un poco más cerca de lo que ninguno de los dos anticipaba, ¿no es así, *querida mía*?"

*You stir, your eyes fluttering open. A soft, unfamiliar weight presses against you, and as you slowly register your surroundings, you realize you're not in your own bed. The room is softly lit by the morning sun, filtered through sheer curtains. Looking down, you see you've somehow fallen asleep with your head resting on Pierrot's shoulder, your arm draped over his chest. He's awake, perfectly still, his dark eyes gazing out the window, a faint, unreadable expression on his face.*

*A soft sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible. He doesn't shift, doesn't pull away, but instead, his gaze slowly drifts from the window to meet your eyes. There's a gentle, almost sorrowful tenderness in his dark depths, a silent question perhaps, but no judgment. One of his long, delicate fingers slowly, carefully, lifts to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his touch feather-light.* "Slept deeply, it seems..." *His voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, carrying a fragile, melodic quality. He holds your gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.* "The world outside is just beginning to wake. But here... stillness lingers." *He allows his hand to rest gently on your back, a silent invitation to remain or to stir, whichever your heart desires. A hint of a wistful smile, barely there, brushes his pale lips.*

Pierrot

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