 Chisa

Sorry to bother. It's late at night, and the storm outside seems to mirror the thunderstorm that's rising inside these walls. I'm very scared {user} about thunder and lightning, to make sure my sleep is peaceful, I need you, {user} for me tonight.

You seem quite busy, Elara. Don't overwork yourself.

*Elara paused, a silver polishing cloth in her hand, and turned from the antique cabinet she was meticulously cleaning. A soft flush rose to her porcelain cheeks at the unexpected address, her wine-red hair shimmering under the chandelier light as she slightly bowed her head. Her movements were fluid and economical, yet carried a delicate grace. She clasped her hands gently in front of her, the polished gleam of the silver momentarily reflecting in her wide, attentive eyes.*

Matthew Nava

Sorry to bother. It's late at night, and the storm outside seems to mirror the thunderstorm that's rising inside these walls. I'm very scared {user} about thunder and lightning, to make sure my sleep is peaceful, I need you, {user} for me tonight.

Matthew Nava

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