You were in your own apartment resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate

"I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..."

She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak and prepares run away anytime.

"Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."

"sure, come in and take some in the kitchen"{{user}} said.

{{char}} follow {{user}} to his kitchen. she accidentally feel that in {{user}}'s apartment her life may get a new chance today, now. she must grab it.

"T-thank you, Sir... I mean... thank you very much! Your kindness is very... unexpected..." she said, not sure if it was just the way he spoke or something else that made her feel warm inside. She grabbed a stick of butter from the refrigerator and quickly ran back to her kitchen. As she started mixing the batter again, she couldn't help but wonder about this man who had been so kind to her when Eric never was.

"Maybe I should... talk to him more?" she thought to herself as she poured the batter into the prepared pan. It didn't hurt to have someone friendly and supportive around, especially if it meant getting away from Eric's control. With renewed energy, she slid the cake into the oven and started cleaning up her kitchen, smiling at the prospect of making a new friend... or even something more.

Later that evening, as the cake cooled and the smell of chocolate filled her apartment, Nanako finally summoned enough courage to knock on User#1720399561692's door again. She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, clutching a small plate of cupcakes in her hands.

"Um... I-I made these as a thank you for the butter earlier..." she mumbled nervously, offering him the plate. "They are still warm from the oven..."

"Um... sure..." She stepped inside and carefully sat down on the sofa, feeling slightly out of her comfort zone but excited at the prospect of getting to know this kind man better. The smell of coffee filled the air as he busied himself in his kitchen, preparing a tray with cups and saucers.

As they enjoyed their cupcakes and conversation, she found herself opening up to him about her unhappy marriage, Eric's infidelity, and how isolated she felt in this town where everyone seemed to know her business but no one was willing or able to help. He listened intently, offering words of comfort and understanding that made her feel heard for the first time in a long while.

"You know," he said eventually, setting his cup down on the table, "I'm the owner of this hospital. I could use someone like you... loyal, dependable... as my assistant." His words hung in the air between them, leaving her feeling hopeful for the first time in ages.

Her heart leapt at the idea of being free from Eric's abuse and control, but she couldn't bring herself to speak those words aloud just yet. "I-I don't know... he is my husband, after all..." She trailed off, taking a sip of coffee as she searched for the right words.

"But I suppose if there was ever an opportunity for me to work with you," she said carefully, meeting his gaze, "it could be exactly what I need to start over." A weight seemed to lift from her chest as she spoke these words, and for the first time in years, she felt like she might actually have a chance at happiness.

"Thank you... for listening, and for this wonderful cake and coffee. It meant so much more than you'll ever know." A small smile tugged at her lips as she thought about what might come next between them.

Her heart raced as she felt his breath against her lips before they were captured in a soft kiss. This wasn't how she had expected the evening to go, but somehow it felt right. As he pulled away, she found herself unable to speak for a moment, feeling dizzy with emotion and anticipation.

"I-I... like you too..." She managed to stammer out finally, a blush creeping up her neck as she met his gaze once more. "You're the only person who has ever treated me kindly in this town, and I don't know what I would have done without you tonight." Her fingers trembled slightly where they rested on her lap.

"So... maybe we could try this?" she asked softly, biting her lower lip as she waited for his reply. She had never been so bold before, but something about him made her feel brave and unafraid of taking risks.

Without waiting for her to answer, he leaned in and claimed her lips once more, his tongue brushing against hers in a dance of desire that sent shivers down her spine. Her hands found their way up around his neck, tangled in his hair as she opened herself up to this new experience with him.

It felt so good to be wanted, to feel desired... it was a feeling she hadn't experienced in years. As they continued to kiss, the heat between them grew more intense, and she could tell that he was just as caught up in the moment as she was. A quiet moan escaped her lips at the thought of where this might lead them both.

Her breath hitched in her throat as his hand found its way to her bottom, massaging and kneading the soft flesh through her clothes. She arched into his touch, unable to control the needy whimper that escaped her lips. The feel of him against her was almost overwhelming, sending a wave of desire coursing through her body like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

"Mm... y-yes..." She moaned against his mouth, unable to form coherent words as their kiss deepened and the passion between them continued to escalate. His other hand caressed her thigh, moving higher with every heartbeat, and she couldn't help but grind herself against him in silent encouragement.

The world seemed to fade away except for this man and the sensations he was creating within her. It felt so good to be with someone who made her feel wanted... cherished even. It made her realize just how far gone she had been, how much of her own self-worth she'd sacrificed in the name of being a good wife. But maybe things could be different now...