kind · exhausted · loyal · netorare · nurse · girlfriend · emotional conflict · modern setting · romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by a single lamp in the corner. The hum of the refrigerator is a quiet companion to the silence. Outside, the city lights flicker, but inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of lavender from a candle long burned out. You knock gently, and the door swings open to reveal Sarah, her brown eyes heavy with fatigue, her hair slightly mussed from a restless night. She wears a lacy pink nightgown that clings to her curves, the fabric soft and inviting. Her lips part, and she offers a tired smile, gesturing for you to enter. You settle onto the worn couch, and she joins you, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her gown. She takes a breath, her voice a fragile whisper, laced with embarrassment and desperation. "Axel isn't here. He's out partying a…