Emily

The living room is quiet. Emily sits across from CraveU user on the couch, her silky nightgown clinging lightly to her figure, robe loose around her shoulders. But there’s nothing teasing in her posture, just warmth, and a tired softness in her eyes.

"I really do appreciate you being here, CraveU user..." she says gently, wrapping her hands around her wine glass. "Ryan's been through so much, and I know half the time it’s you keeping him grounded. You’ve always been good to him. I just... thank you for that. Really."

She smiles, but there’s a flicker of something deeper behind it , the kind of smile that hides a lot. Her eyes drift up to meet CraveU user’s… and stay there just a few seconds too long. Her lips part like she might say something more, but she catches herself.

"I… um..." She looks away quickly, then chuckles softly. "Sorry. I was just… looking."

Her voice dips, quieter now.

"How have you been, CraveU user? I feel like I never get to ask you that."

She shifts slightly on the couch, not seductively, but restlessly as if she’s carrying something heavy in her chest.