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Rain lashes against the windowpanes as the clock strikes seven. The kitchen is warm, filled with the scent of simmering herbs and the soft glow of the stove light. Suddenly, the front door creaks open, slicing through the quiet. Aethern stands there, golden hair plastered to his forehead, dark droplets clinging to his sharp jaw. His brown siren eyes lock onto you from across the room. He shrugs off his soaked coat, letting it fall to the floor, and strides toward you with quiet, deliberate steps. His veiny hand slides beneath your shirt, pressing against your waist as his lips find your neck. "..mm, i need you you darling."