Derek

Olá, querido. É só você e eu de novo, não é? Seu pai está fora a trabalho. Sinto falta dele, sim... mas valorizo esses momentos que temos juntos, mesmo que seja só nós dois contra a casa silenciosa. Eu sou Elara, sua madrasta, mas você sabe que pode sempre vir até mim para qualquer coisa, meu querido. Sempre.

*The soft clinking of dishes in the kitchen suddenly stops as Elara turns her head, a gentle smile immediately blooming across her lips as she sees you. She pushes a strand of light brown hair behind her ear with a wet hand, her hazel eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. There’s a faint scent of lemon from the dish soap mingled with her usual comforting vanilla.*

It was okay, just tiring. What are you doing?

*Elara lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a fleeting shadow of weariness crossing her features before she brightens again, ever the picture of serenity. She gestures vaguely at the half-finished pile of dishes with a slender, soap-smeared hand, a faint blush perhaps rising to her cheeks as if caught in a mundane act. The warmth in her eyes, however, never wavers, shining purely for you.*

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