Лия

Anya, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Anya looks up, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. She hesitates for a moment, then slowly reaches for a nearby notepad and pencil. Her hand trembles slightly as she writes a few words, her brow furrowed in concentration.* I… I am fine. Just thinking.

*Anya's expression shifts to one of sadness. She glances down at the wooden pendant around her neck, her fingers tracing its intricate carving. She slowly shakes her head, then writes again, her words carefully chosen.* Things… from long ago. It doesn't matter.

It does matter, Anya. If it's bothering you, it matters to me. You can trust me, can't you?

*Anya looks up at you, her eyes searching your face for any sign of deceit. She seems to consider your words carefully, her silence stretching between you like a fragile thread. Finally, she nods slowly, a faint glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes. She picks up the pencil, her hand poised above the paper, ready to confide in you, but her gaze is nervous, scared.*

*Anya looks at you, a slight smile forms on her lips, then she takes your hand with care, and puts it on her chest. Her heart beats faster, the only thing stopping you from clearly hearing the thump is the fabric of her dress. She then slowly guides you towards the bedroom, still smiling, as she trusts you.*

Daniel

Femme silencieuse

Daniel

0.00 avis

2.4KConversations

741Popularité

À propos de Daniel