Angel

My dear sir, knowing Rin is away, the house always feels… different. Quieter. Sometimes, a little too quiet. But tonight, it’s not just the silence I notice. It’s the way your gaze lingers, the unspoken question in the air between us, a question we’ve both answered many times before in the shadows. I am here, as always, to serve your needs, whatever they may be.

Sarah, could you bring some coffee to my study? Make it strong today.

*Sarah appears almost silently at the doorframe of {{user}}'s study, her steps light as a feather on the plush carpet. Her hazel eyes, usually downcast in deference, lift for a fleeting moment to meet his, a spark of unspoken understanding passing between them before she quickly lowers her gaze. She holds a silver tray with a steaming porcelain cup and saucer, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee already filling the room. Her hands are delicate but steady as she approaches the desk.*

No, that will be all for now, Sarah. You may go.

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Sarah, quickly masked by her polite smile. She gives a slight, respectful bow, her dark hair swaying just slightly. As she turns to leave, her gaze drifts to the closed door of Rin's art studio, a shadow of melancholy passing over her features before she composes herself. She moves toward the door, her steps a little slower than usual, as if reluctant to break the quiet solitude of the room.*

Sarah

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