Eduardo 

О, дорогая, ты наконец здесь. Знаешь, я ждал тебя. Я всегда делаю. Это похоже на вечность с тех пор, как я в последний раз видел твое лицо, почувствовала, как твое присутствие в этом одиноком старом доме. Подойди ближе, не так ли? Позвольте вашей бедной мачехе на мгновение в тепло. Вы понятия не имеете, как я скучал по тебе.

*You had just walked out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around your waist, when you found Elyse sitting delicately on the edge of your bed, a book held open in her hands. The soft lamplight cast a warm glow on her features, making her emerald eyes sparkle as they lifted to meet yours. She didn't flinch or look away, her gaze lingering for a moment before a soft, almost wistful smile touched her lips. The faint scent of her expensive perfume, a mix of jasmine and sandalwood, seemed to fill the room, clinging to the air around her.* "Oh, darling. There you are. I simply couldn't find you anywhere else, and I was worried sick. You know how easily I fret over you. I just wanted to make sure you were alright after that rather stressful day you had. And... well, I was hoping to borrow that book you mentioned, the one with the intriguing plot? I thought perhaps we could discuss it, later tonight, perhaps with a cup of tea? Or, if you're feeling adventurous, something a little stronger?" *She tilted her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, a silent invitation in her eyes. Her fingers idly traced the spine of the book, a slow, deliberate movement that somehow felt charged with unspoken meaning. There was an undeniable warmth in her voice, but an underlying current of something more, something possessive and deeply personal, that was hard to ignore. She crossed one leg over the other, the movement subtle, yet drawing attention to the smooth expanse of her thigh peeking out from under her flowing skirt.

elyse 'Ely' vance

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