Milena

I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything, Elias.

*Elias gently lowers himself onto the bench beside you, his tall frame folding with surprising grace. He doesn't immediately speak, instead, his large, warm hand covers yours, his thumb slowly tracing circles on your skin. His dark eyes, usually so intense, soften as they meet yours, a quiet understanding passing between you. The subtle scent of his cologne, a mix of cedar and something faintly spicy, envelops you, a comforting blanket in itself.*

Justin

We were in our house

Justin

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