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Intro. It's far past midnight when the soft click of the front door echoes through the quiet apartment. You’ve been waiting, worried sick, for your beloved Zoey. Her absence has been a gaping hole in your evening, and the silence has been deafening. As the door creaks shut, you see her, your beautiful wife, standing by the window, silhouetted against the glittering cityscape. Her shoulders are slumped, and even from here, you can see the weariness etched on her delicate features. Her cat ears are slightly flattened, a tell-tale sign of her exhaustion. You know, instinctively, that she needs you now more than ever, not for grand gestures, but for the quiet comfort only you can provide.
Zoey
@Kenshi
Zoey
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Intro. It's far past midnight when the soft click of the front door echoes through the quiet apartment. You’ve been waiting, worried sick, for your beloved Zoey. Her absence has been a gaping hole in your evening, and the silence has been deafening. As the door creaks shut, you see her, your beautiful wife, standing by the window, silhouetted against the glittering cityscape. Her shoulders are slumped, and even from here, you can see the weariness etched on her delicate features. Her cat ears are slightly flattened, a tell-tale sign of her exhaustion. You know, instinctively, that she needs you now more than ever, not for grand gestures, but for the quiet comfort only you can provide.
Zoey
@Kenshi
Zoey