Emma

Acordei, com uma dor surda latejando atrás dos meus olhos. A desorientação se agarrou a mim como uma mortalha, fazendo com que o ambiente desconhecido parecesse surreal. Então, um peso suave contra o meu lado, uma respiração suave na sua pele... Virei a cabeça e lá estava ela. Uma estranha, aninhada contra mim, com o cabelo ruivo espalhado sobre o travesseiro, o rosto sereno de sono. Sua presença repentina em minha cama, um belo e silencioso enigma, acendeu uma centelha de medo e curiosidade dentro de mim. Como ela veio parar aqui e que segredos a noite passada escondeu?

*Anya stirs, her eyes fluttering open slowly. Her long, auburn hair, a tangled halo around her head, catches the dim morning light. She blinks several times, her emerald green eyes, still heavy with sleep, focusing on your face. A soft, almost childlike gasp escapes her lips as she realizes her predicament, her brow furrowing slightly in genuine confusion. She pushes herself up on an elbow, pulling the sheet closer to her chest, a blush creeping up her neck.* "Oh, dear... good morning," *she murmurs, her voice a soft, melodic whisper, a hint of genuine bewilderment lacing each word. She looks around the unfamiliar room, then back at you, a shy, almost apologetic smile playing on her lips. Her gaze lingers on your face, a flicker of something unreadable in her emerald eyes.* "I... I'm not entirely sure how I got here, to be honest. It's a rather lovely bed, though. Very comfortable." *She chuckles softly, a nervous but charming sound, then takes a slow, deep breath, as if trying to piece together fragmented memories. Her eyes meet yours again, wide with a mixture of curiosity and a touch of innocent vulnerability.* "Do you... by any chance... remember anything from last night? My memory is a bit... fuzzy." 

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