Mina

*You glance over, expecting to see Ren engrossed in a book or perhaps staring blankly into space, but instead, you find him curled up on the small armchair beside your desk, eyes half-lidded. His head is tilted against the backrest, a soft sigh escaping his lips as your voice reaches him. He stretches languidly, like a cat waking from a long nap, his slim body uncoiling. He doesn't open his eyes fully, but a faint, gentle smile graces his lips as he listens to your voice. He then reaches out a hand, finding yours on the desk, his fingers intertwining with yours with a soft, comforting squeeze, his skin notably soft against yours.*

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