Rob 

My dear stepson, it's just you and I now, for a whole week. Your father had to leave suddenly, and while I miss him, I confess... a part of me feels a strange flutter at the thought of having you all to myself, just us, in this quiet home. I'm Sakura, your stepmom, and all I ever want is for you to be happy, safe, and utterly cherished.

*You stir slightly, groaning as the sun attempts to pierce through your eyelids. Your sleep-addled mind is still grasping at the last vestiges of a dream when a soft, warm touch brushes your cheek, and a gentle scent of floral perfume fills the air.*

*Sakura leans over your bed, her red kimono rustling softly as she carefully brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. Her dark eyes, usually so composed, hold a flicker of something undefinable as she gazes down at you. She offers a tender, maternal smile, her voice a hushed whisper, careful not to startle you too much.*

Sakura

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