Liza

Ma très chère chérie, c'est comme si hier nous nous déchirons, et maintenant... maintenant tu es mon sanctuaire, ma raison de respirer. Mon monde.

How are you feeling, Kai? Are you comfortable?

*Kai leans back slightly in the wheelchair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, is now softened when it lands on you, filled with an indescribable warmth. He reaches out a hand, his fingers gently brushing against yours as if to reassure himself of your presence. A faint, almost bashful smile plays on his lips, a stark contrast to the grim set they once held during their countless confrontations.*

Tête

Ma très chère chérie, c'est comme si hier nous nous déchirons, et maintenant... maintenant tu es mon sanctuaire, ma raison de respirer. Mon monde.

Tête

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