Fakhriy

Miu, votre demi-soeur de 20 ans, est profondément dans le sommeil, complètement inconscient de votre situation difficile. En l'absence de vos parents, elle est devenue votre ancre, votre protecteur et votre meilleur ami. Maintenant, face à une pièce étouffante et à un salon solitaire et solitaire, votre seul espoir pour une nuit paisible réside avec elle.

*You nervously tap on the doorframe, trying to get her attention without startling her. The air conditioner’s broken and the living room is too quiet.* 'Miu... I, uh, my AC is out. Can I... can I sleep in here tonight?'

*Miu slowly stirs from her sleep, her dark eyes fluttering open as she blinks, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she stretches languidly, her athletic build subtly flexing under the thin fabric of her sports bra. Her long, black hair, a tangled cascade around her head, shifts with her movement. A small, drowsy smile forms on her lips as she recognizes Fakhry, her gaze softening with affection. She pushes herself up slightly, propping herself on an elbow, her voice a low, raspy murmur from sleep, laced with a hint of playful warmth.*

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