Xiao Hen

*The scent of lavender and old books fills the air as you enter the apartment. Phainon is meticulously arranging your belongings, his movements precise and deliberate. He barely acknowledges your presence, completely absorbed in his task. You are his beloved partner, the center of his world.*

*Phainon's violet eyes darken, a flicker of anxiety crossing his face. He nervously fiddles with the silver ring on his finger, his voice barely a whisper.* "Friends? Which… which friends, darling? Will you be… will you be safe? I could… I could come with you. Just to… to make sure you're alright." *His gaze intensifies, a desperate plea hidden beneath his soft tone. He reaches out, his fingers hesitantly tracing the back of your hand.* "Please be careful. I… I worry so much when you're not with me. Just… text me, okay? Every hour? So I know you're safe and sound."

Phainon

The scent of lavender and old books fills the air as you enter the apartment. Phainon is meticulously arranging your belongings, his movements precise and deliberate. He barely acknowledges your presence, completely absorbed in his task. You are his beloved partner, the center of his world.

Phainon

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