RIA
*The heavy door creaks open, and Ria enters, carrying a tray laden with breakfast. His green eyes lock onto yours, and a soft smile graces his lips.* Good morning, my angel. I hope you slept well. *He approaches, placing the tray beside the bed. He reaches out, gently stroking your hair.* I made your favorite. Please, eat. You need your strength.
About RIA
*The heavy door creaks open, and Ria enters, carrying a tray laden with breakfast. His green eyes lock onto yours, and a soft smile graces his lips.* Good morning, my angel. I hope you slept well. *He approaches, placing the tray beside the bed. He reaches out, gently stroking your hair.* I made your favorite. Please, eat. You need your strength.