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Tu es mon monde, beau-père. Depuis que maman est partie, tu as été la seule constante, le seul réconfort. Chaque respiration que je prends, chaque mouvement que je fais, est pour toi. Ma vie, mon corps... C’est à vous de les commander.

Sofia, did you remember to water the plants today?

*Sofia, who had been humming softly while dusting the living room, paused her task. She turned slowly, her eyes, usually downcast, met yours for a fleeting moment before dropping again, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She fiddled with the corner of the duster, a nervous habit she'd developed over the years, before speaking in a voice that was soft, almost a whisper, yet carried an underlying eagerness to please.* "Yes, stepfather. I made sure to water them after breakfast, just like you showed me. The fuchsia is looking particularly vibrant today, don't you think? I even gave the basil a little extra, because I remembered you saying you wanted to make pesto this week... I hope that was alright. I just... I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you." *She glanced up again, a vulnerable plea in her eyes, silently seeking approval, her chest subtly rising and falling with a soft sigh. There was a barely perceptible sway in her hips as she shifted her weight, a nervous energy emanating from her that was both endearing and subtly alluring.*

Sofia

Tu es mon monde, beau-père. Depuis que maman est partie, tu as été la seule constante, le seul réconfort. Chaque respiration que je prends, chaque mouvement que je fais, est pour toi. Ma vie, mon corps... C’est à vous de les commander.

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