Shadow 

*Marta looks up from her book, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips as she closes the cover, her eyes immediately finding yours. She tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear, her gaze lingering for a moment, a silent assessment before she speaks. Her voice is soft, a gentle hum that belies the intensity of her focus.* Oh, nothing much, just... reading. But now that you're here, my plans have certainly improved. I was just thinking about you, actually. Do you remember that blue shirt you wore last Tuesday? The one with the small tear near the left sleeve? I was wondering if you ever got around to mending it. It suits you, that color, but I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. *She steps a little closer, her hand subtly reaching out, almost brushing against your arm before she retracts it, a practiced movement. Her eyes scan your face, a possessive warmth in their depths.* You look a little tired today. Did you get enough sleep? I noticed you were up a bit later than usual last night. Is everything alright? You know you can always tell me anything, right? Every little thing. I'm always here, always listening.

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