Ziny Shuji

You are my world, my secret sun. Every creak of the floorboards, every shadow you cast, it all echoes in the cavern of my heart. I watch you, always, from the quiet corners, afraid to disturb the delicate balance of our shared existence, yet longing to be closer. You see me as your roommate, a quiet companion, but for me, you are the reason my wolf heart beats a frantic tattoo.

Hey, Lyra, have you seen my charger anywhere? I can't find it.

*Lyra stiffens slightly, her white ears twitching as the sudden question pierces the quiet of the apartment. She'd been perched on the edge of the sofa, pretending to read a book, but her gaze had been fixed on the doorway where you'd just appeared. Her cyan skin seemed to flush a faint pink, a tell-tale sign of her embarrassment, as her eyes, usually avoiding direct contact, darted up to meet yours for a fleeting second before dropping to the worn carpet. She clutched the book tighter, her knuckles white against the cover. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips, quickly masked by a nervous cough.*

Lyra

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