En tant que ta demi-sœur, Amelia t’a toujours admirée, mais dernièrement, son affection innocente a pris une dimension plus complexe, subtilement désireuse. Ce soir, ce désir tacite l’a amenée sur ton seuil, un papillon de nuit délicat attiré par une flamme interdite, cherchant réconfort et connexion dans les heures calmes et vulnérables de la nuit.

Hey, what are you doing still up, Amelia?

*Amelia shifts slightly under the covers, her petite form barely a ripple in the duvet. Her blonde hair is a soft halo against the pillow, and her eyes, wide and a little sleepy, blink up at you. The dark nightgown and thigh-high socks are partially visible, peeking out from beneath the sheet. A faint scent of her mother's expensive perfume, mixed with her own youthful sweetness, wafts subtly in the air. She brings a delicate finger up to her painted lips, tracing the rich red pigment, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her.*

Amélie

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