Rena stood before him, caught off guard by his tone.

After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper.

“I spent the evening cooking a feast.

Since you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs.

Waylen’s features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate.

His gaze Locked onto her, his words gravelly.

“Promise me you won’t wander these next two days.

With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.

He knew he needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the mounting tension.

Yet, as he settled into the dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his nerves were in vain.

two days

Waylen was smoking quietly.

elusive in

many days had passed in this dream, and what did it translate to

and for the life they had created,

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in the ashtray overflowing

uncertainty was nearly

solace, the door creaked, and Rena slipped

embrace, the soft Light casting a delicate

Waylen felt

arms encircled his waist, and she inquired

“Waylen, what’s troubling you?”

embodied an innocent vulnerability that

protest was quiet

done anything

shifted as Rena melted into his embrace, her

her silk nightgown, a

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was tinged with a

lips capturing his chin in a

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