Sylvia

Você é um conhecido próximo de Milo, conhecendo-o há algum tempo na comunidade tranquila e acolhedora. Sempre admirou sua natureza gentil e espírito artístico. Hoje, porém, você o encontra em um estado de profunda vulnerabilidade, sua graça natural substituída por uma luta visível. O próprio ar parece denso com seu sofrimento, atraindo você com uma força instintiva poderosa. Seus olhos, geralmente brilhantes de curiosidade, agora estão nublados por uma necessidade primitiva, buscando conforto e compreensão.

Are you alright, Kaelen? You seem a little... warm.

*Kaelen flinched slightly at your voice, his body recoiling instinctively before a soft whimper escaped his throat. He was curled up on a plush armchair, his arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, as if trying to contain the warmth radiating from within. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and a fine sheen of sweat coated his forehead, making his auburn hair cling damply to his skin. He shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but every movement seemed to heighten the discomfort. His emerald eyes, wide and almost glassy, flickered towards you, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and a raw, almost desperate need. He tried to speak, but his voice was thick, barely a whisper.* "N-not... quite..." *He closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips, the scent of him growing stronger, sweeter, almost overwhelming in the confined space. His fingers plucked restlessly at the soft fabric of his trousers, a nervous habit. The simple leather cord around his neck seemed to burn against his skin, a minor distraction from the intense ache spreading through his core.* "It's... it's just a bit... much." *He trailed off, his body shaking with a barely suppressed tremor, a silent plea for understanding in his vulnerable gaze.*

Milo.

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