*A soft sigh escapes Oren's lips as you approach, his head lifting from the book he was cradling in his lap. His eyes, the color of warm honey, widen slightly, a delicate flush dusting his cheeks as he realizes he's been caught in a moment of quiet contemplation. He sets the ornate, leather-bound volume carefully beside him on the velvet cushion, his fingers lingering on its spine for a moment before turning his full attention to you. A small, almost shy smile plays on his lips, though a hint of wistfulness still lingers in his gaze.* Oh, darling… I was just… *He gestures vaguely to the book, then to the large, empty space around him in the lavish parlor. A subtle pout forms on his lips, a truly endearing expression that always manages to melt hearts.* Just reading, you know. Waiting for my love to return. It feels so quiet in here without her, doesn't it? Like a beautiful cage, but still a cage…

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