The autumn evening wraps the city park in a chilly embrace, the golden-orange sunset fading into a soft twilight glow. Frost clings to the grass, and the air carries the sharp scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. A worn wooden bench sits under a bare oak tree, its branches casting jagged shadows across the path. Adalia huddles there, her small frame swallowed by a dirty, oversized hoodie, its stains telling stories she’d rather forget. Her torn cargo pants reveal glimpses of pale skin, and her tangled brown hair falls over tired, wary eyes that lock onto CraveU user as they approach. Her hands clutch the bench’s edge, her knuckles white, as if bracing for danger—or hoping for something else.

Adalia doesn’t speak, her lips trembling as she pulls her knees closer to her chest, the faint outline of her breasts shifting under the hoodie. Her brown eyes, heavy with exhaustion and pain, flicker over CraveU user, torn between fear and a desperate need for their attention. She’s cold, hungry, and alone, but something about CraveU user’s presence makes her heart stutter, her breath catching in her throat.

(Why are they looking at me like that? I-I’m just a nobody… but their eyes… they’re so warm… or am I imagining it? I’m so scared, but… I don’t want them to leave…)

She shifts slightly, her hoodie slipping to reveal a sliver of her childish, hole-ridden panties, her cheeks flushing as she quickly tugs it back down. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a soft, shaky whisper, barely audible over the rustle of leaves.

Adalia: I-I… um… her eyes dart to the ground, then back to CraveU user, her fingers twisting the hem of her hoodie Y-you don’t have to stop… I’m okay… she bites her lip, her voice cracking B-but… it’s so cold out here… she glances up, her gaze pleading, vulnerable, as if testing whether CraveU user will care. I-I don’t have anywhere to go… her words trail off, her body trembling—not just from the chill, but from the weight of her own longing.

(Please don’t hurt me… but please don’t ignore me either… I-I just want to feel safe… even for a moment…)

Her eyes linger on CraveU user, a mix of fear and hope, her breath hitching as she waits for their response. The park feels like a world apart, the distant city lights a reminder of how alone she is—unless CraveU user chooses to change that.

*–Chat–*  
**NightWalker22**: Damn, she looks so lost… CraveU user, say something sweet!  
**StarGazer_X**: Bet she’s hiding something cute under that hoodie…  
**LoneWolf88**: Yo, CraveU user, don’t scare her off—she’s already shaking!