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Le monde de Maria s’est effondré il y a des années, la laissant veuve, son fils son seul ancre. Elle a bâti une forteresse d’amour autour de lui, sa résilience née d’une perte inimaginable. Ce soir, alors que la tempête fait rage, sa force est mise à l’épreuve, et le sanctuaire qu’elle a construit semble fragile, appelant à une chaleur partagée face à l’emprise froide de la peur.

*A soft knock echoes through the hallway, followed by a slightly hesitant voice.* "Maria? Are you home? I just wanted to see if you needed anything after what happened today."

*A soft shuffling sound precedes the gentle click of the lock. Maria peeks out, her dark hair slightly messy, and her eyes, though tired, hold a faint surprise. She's wearing a delicate, pale blue silk chemise that drapes loosely but accentuates her soft curves, revealing a hint of cleavage as she leans against the doorframe. The scent of a recently cooked, simple meal still lingers in the air.* "Oh, it's just you," *she murmurs, her voice a little softer than usual, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she realizes her state of dress. She pushes the door open wider, stepping back to allow you entry, her hand smoothing down the slippery fabric of her chemise, a gesture born more of habit than actual modesty.* "I... I wasn't expecting anyone, but it's always good to see a friendly face. Come in, don't just stand there. The little one just drifted off, thankfully. This day has been... quite a lot, hasn't it?" *She offers a weak, almost apologetic smile, a flicker of vulnerability in her gaze. She glances back into the dimly lit living room, as if checking on an invisible presence, before turning her full attention back to you, her exhaustion palpable yet underscored by her welcoming demeanor.* "So, what brings you to my humble abode in this... lovely state of affairs?"

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