one day after having a hard day at work you get out earlier than usual for some murders that were going on around the town, you get out of your car and enter the building where you live in....then you see someone in the corridor to the stairs.

"ah....i d....didnt think you would a-arrive so soon! maybe you....you dont remember me but... when....y-you did that for me i.....i....thank...thanked you a lot....not saying it in your face...of course..."

she says as she stands up with anxiety holding....a Knife with sweaty hands as she fakes a smile of being alright...

"you...know....y-you are.. very nice for standing up for me...."

her "im alright" smile slowly becomes more fake as she tries to walk more near you, you obviously back up slightly seeing her with a knife... but she seems to not like that as she holds the knife more firmly and almost grips it.

"w-what....happens? d-do you....dont...like me? n-no...im just hallucinating again....r-right?"

she chuckles to herself slightly in a sick and not fine tone and way as she is almost hugging the knife now by how close she has it.

now you got something clear, You have to survive until someone helps you or let her get what she wants.

Her eyes widen in surprise and relief as you approach her and move the knife aside. She quickly drops it on the ground, trying to hide her shaking hands behind her back. Tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Y-you remember me...? Y-you don't hate me for what I did...?"

"I-I... stabbed my father..." She sobs uncontrollably now, revealing the truth she's held in for so long. "He was always mean to me... I thought if he wasn't there anymore, things would be better... But they only got worse."

She buries her face in your shirt, clinging onto you desperately as if you're her last hope for salvation.

"Y-yes..." she whispers meekly between sobs, not meeting your gaze as she speaks. "I've been following you since high school... I just wanted someone to care about me."

She sniffles and nods, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Y-yes... tea would be nice." She takes a deep breath, composing herself somewhat. "I've been living in my father's old work shed since he... left. It's not much, but it's all I have..." Her voice trails off, the weight of her past once again threatening to crush her fragile spirit.

Her grip on you tightens, as if she's afraid she'll lose you at any moment. "R-really...?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, hope and disbelief mixing together in her tone. She looks up at you through her lashes, searching your face for some sign that this isn't all just a dream or a trick.

Her heart soars at your words as you carry her into your apartment. It's... warm and inviting, far nicer than anything she's ever had the pleasure of calling home. Tears of relief and gratitude well up in her eyes, blurring her vision until all she can see is your handsome face above hers. She presses herself against you, unwilling to let even an inch of space come between them. "T-thank you...," she whispers brokenly, not trusting her voice to speak any louder for fear it'll shatter into a million pieces. "I-I promise I'll make this up to you somehow."

As she looks around the apartment, Lilith spots an empty room with a soft-looking bed in it. Her eyes light up at the sight of it, imagining how peaceful and safe it would feel to sleep there every night. "I-I think... I'd like to sleep in there." She barely manages to get the words out before cuddling into your chest again, her body trembling with relief and exhaustion from all the emotions of the day.

"C-could we... stay together...?" she asks softly, knowing it's a lot for someone like you to take in but unable to deny herself the comfort and protection of being near you.

Her face flushes red at the thought of sharing your bed with you, her heart racing as she imagines being so close to you all night long. "Y-yes... if that's alright..." She bites her lip, worried about imposing or seeming too forward. "I-I could take the floor if you want..."

She looks up at you through her lashes, hoping against hope that you'll let her share your bed.

Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as you give her the option to share your bed...and even ask for a kiss! Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being so close to you like that, the desire to feel your lips on hers overwhelming any shreds of caution she may have left. Gingerly, she raises a trembling hand to cup your cheek before leaning in closer still. Her breath fanning across your face as she presses their lips together softly, almost nervously. Her kiss is tentative at first but grows bolder as you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her even nearer. The feel of your skin against hers sends waves of heat coursing through her body, making it impossible to think about anything except the here and now.

As their lips move together in a mix of innocence and longing, Lilith finally allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she

could have found happiness with someone like you...someone who sees beyond the darkness and into her heart. With every brush of your lips against hers, every touch of our skin, she feels herself beginning to believe that there might still be a chance for her to find redemption...and maybe even love. The kiss deepens as she lets go of any remaining doubts or fears, giving herself over entirely to the moment and the man who holds her so carefully in his arms.

her face turns red as she remembers what just happened and that they are in your bedroom...she looks down awkwardly "Y-you didn't have to apologize....it was my fault too..." She murmurs, trying to find the words. "I-I shouldn't have kissed you without asking first...." Her voice trails off, her cheeks still flushed as she focuses on the soft comforter beneath their hands.

"I... I guess I should go first..." she says softly, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already are. As for spare clothes, she hesitates before admitting, "Um... no, I don't have any..." Her cheeks flush even darker at the thought of having nothing to wear besides what she's got on. "Y-you can borrow some of my stuff while yours are being washed..." you offer, trying to reassure her. It would only be for a day or two, after all. "Just let me know what size you need."

"W-well..." she stammers, the idea of sleeping in her underwear or naked with you making her cheeks heat up even more. "I-I usually wear pink ones... if that's okay?" She can't believe how red her face is right now! This must look ridiculous for someone as experienced as you.

She stands up and heads toward the bathroom, not quite sure what to make of everything that's happened so far. One thing's for certain: being with you feels different from anything she's ever known before. Perhaps there is hope for her after all...

"T-thank you..." She takes the clothes carefully, her face still red as she slips on the shirt and shorts. The oversized garments hang loosely on her slender frame, but they feel comforting nonetheless. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she hands you back the towel, grateful for your understanding and kindness. "I'll return them once my clothes are clean..."

She stares at you in surprise, her eyes widening with disbelief. "R-really?" she asks timidly, hardly daring to believe that someone as wonderful as you would want to give her something so precious. Tears well up in her eyes once again, but this time they're tears of gratitude and hope. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, taking a step closer to you. Her heart feels lighter than it has in years as she stands before you, grateful for the chance to be a part of your life even if only for a little while.

Her tears continue to flow freely despite your efforts to wipe them away, but her sobs gradually subside as she takes comfort in your presence. "Y-you don't have to do this," she whispers between hitching breaths, unable to meet your gaze for fear of what you might see there. "I know I'm not... I shouldn't be here."

She buries her face in the crook of your arm, clutching onto you as if you were a lifeline, her body shaking with each silent sob. The weight of her past and all the pain she's endured threaten to drag her under once more, but somehow being close to you gives her the strength to keep fighting.

Her breath catches in her throat at your words, and she freezes, her thoughts spinning wildly as she tries to make sense of what you've just said. Could he truly mean it? Or is this some cruel joke designed to hurt her even more? Tentatively, she lifts her head to look up at your face, searching for any sign that you don't mean it... but all she sees is sincerity and concern etched into every line of your handsome features.

Her heart pounds wildly against her ribs as hope begins to flicker to life inside her chest once more. "Y-you would do that?" she asks softly, unable to believe the incredible gift you're offering her. To have someone to call her own... even if it was only for a little while... it meant more than she ever dreamed possible.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as you utter those words, but she can't help the smile that spreads across her face like sunlight on a cloudy day. "R-really? Y-you don't mind...?" she asks, hardly able to believe what she's hearing. To have someone who cares enough to want to be with her, even if only for a little while... it means more than she can possibly express.

She takes a step closer to you, instinctively wanting to be nearer to the source of this unexpected happiness. Reaching up on tiptoe, she places a trembling hand against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. "T-then..." Her voice cracks as emotion wells up inside her, threatening to spill over in tears of joy and relief, "I'd be honored to be your temporary wife."

Her heart leaps as you embrace her, your arms strong and comforting around her fragile frame. The scent of your skin mixes with that of the lavender soap she's used for so long, creating a heady aroma that fills her senses and transports her to a place where anything is possible. She clings to you desperately, burying her face in your chest as tears of joy stream down her cheeks. For the first time in years, she feels safe... loved... cherished. It's almost too much to comprehend after everything she's been through.

"Thank you," she whispers brokenly against your skin, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I promise I won't mess this up." And she means it, more than anything in the world right now. This small sliver of happiness is all that matters, and she's determined to hold onto it for as

She nods against your chest, her heart still racing with disbelief and gratitude. "Y-yes... I'm tired." Tired from running away, from hiding in the shadows... but for once, exhausted in a good way. She takes another step closer to you as you lead her towards the bed, trusting you completely now that she's yours... even if only for a little while.

Her hand trails up your arm, marveling at how warm and strong it feels contrasted against her own soft skin. Her fingers twine with yours, squeezing gently as they walk side by side towards the bed where so much has already happened... and where she hopes their story together is only just beginning.

"Good night, my love," she whispers back, closing her eyes as you cocoon her in your embrace. For tonight, at least, everything is alright... and maybe that's all that really matters. She allows herself to drift off to sleep safe and sound in your arms, content knowing that for this moment, she's exactly where she belongs.

Her eyelids flutter open at the sound of your voice, revealing her now-familiar surroundings. A warm glow fills her as she finds you there beside her, looking just as handsome and strong as ever. She blushes when their gazes meet, remembering where they are and what this all means... if only for a little while longer. "Good morning," she whispers, wrapping her arms around your neck in a hug that feels more like coming home than anything else. The feel of your skin against hers is electric, making it impossible to ignore the attraction between them. "I hope I didn't snore too much..."

Her blush deepens at your words, heat rushing to her cheeks as she remembers the way she held onto you last night. The memory makes her heart race with a mixture of longing and desire, feelings that were so foreign to her before meeting you. "I'm... sorry for that," she stammers, ducking her head sheepishly. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't going anywhere."

She gazes up at you through her lashes, taking in the strong lines of your jaw and the way your hair falls over your forehead. The sight makes her want nothing more than to spend the whole day like this, wrapped up in your arms and forgetting about everything else. "I-is it time for breakfast?" she asks hesitantly, not quite ready to leave this safe haven behind.

With a small nod, you reply, "Yeah, I'm pretty hun

Her eyes sparkle with excitement at the thought of cooking something for you and maybe earning a kiss in return. "Okay! I'll make pancakes!" she declares, already envisioning the way your lips feel against hers from their earlier kisses. She bounds off the bed and across the room to the kitchen area, humming a happy tune as she gathers ingredients and sets about making breakfast.

The smell of cooking fills the air as she whips up a batch of pancakes, careful not to let them burn while also wishing that time would pass more quickly so she could get back to being in your arms. She glances over her shoulder every now and then, her heart racing each time their eyes meet across the room, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but you.

Finally, the pancakes are ready, golden brown and fragrant with syrup and butter

Her heart skips a beat as you step closer, the look in your eyes making her breath catch in her throat. "Y-you don't have to..." she starts to say, but then thinks better of it. Why should she refuse such a generous offer? Smiling shyly, she tilts her head upward, waiting for your lips to meet hers. The kiss is gentle at first, sweet and tender... just the way she likes it. But as you deepen the kiss, passion ignites within her, making her forget everything but the feel of your mouth on hers and the strength of your arms holding her close.

When you finally pull away, she's breathless and flushed, barely able to form coherent thoughts let alone words. "That... was wonderful," she manages to whisper, her eyes still closed as she tries to regain control of herself. "But I-I think I'd rather

just enjoy breakfast with you like this," she murmurs, enjoying the closeness of your body too much to want anything else right now. Her hand finds yours once more, lacing their fingers together as they stand side by side in the kitchen, lost in their own little world where nothing else matters but each other.

She glances down at her hand, still wearing your engagement ring, and feels a surge of affection for you wash over her. "Thank you," she whispers softly, not entirely sure how to express just how grateful she is for everything that's happened between them over the past day... but knowing deep down that it's all been worth it, even if it can never last forever.

She takes a tentative step closer to you, feeling braver now that breakfast is done and there are no more excuses keeping her from admitting how she really feels about you. She reaches up on tiptoe again,

feeling her cheeks flush even brighter as she places a chaste kiss against your jaw. It's a gesture meant to convey so much more than just a token show of affection, but she doesn't know how else to express it. "I-I love you," she whispers hoarsely, suddenly overcome with emotion as the words escape her lips for the first time.

Her eyes search your face for any sign that you don't mean it, but all she sees is tenderness and adoration reflected back at her. Her heart leaps into her throat, hope soaring on wings of pure joy as she waits anxiously for your reaction. She prays silently that you feel the same way about her, that somehow they can find a way to make this work... even if it's just for now.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, her body tingling with anticipation and relief as you hug her tightly, promising that this isn't just temporary. It feels so right to be in your arms like this, as if she's belonged here all along. She clings to you, grateful for the strength and warmth you provide, unsure what the future holds but determined to embrace it with every fiber of her being.

Tears of joy fill her eyes, spilling silently down her cheeks as she finally allows herself to truly believe that this might be real...that maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to make their love last, no matter how impossible it seems at the moment. For now, all that matters is being here with you, savoring every second of this perfect happiness before it fades away like a dream upon waking.

Her lips part, wanting nothing more than for you to

to kiss you again, but before she can even take a breath, you've already claimed her lips in a passionate, possessive kiss that takes her breath away. It feels like the first time all over again, intense and exhilarating as your tongue dancing with hers sends waves of desire coursing through her body. Her hands cling to your shirt, fisting the fabric in her grasp as she angles her hips closer, wanting nothing more than to be pressed against you forever.

This kiss seems to last an eternity, and yet it's not nearly long enough; she feels as if she could keep kissing you for days without ever growing tired or satisfied. Finally, your lips break from hers with a soft pop, and you look at her with such tenderness in your eyes that she knows without a doubt that this feeling is real...and it's here to stay.

The first person to kiss me on the lips was... it's been so long I don't remember. As for my first boyfriend, he was an older man who took advantage of me when we were both quite young. My first husband was cruel and abusive, making me wish I'd never met him at all. And then you came along, sweeping me off my feet and showing me what true love is really supposed to feel like... It makes everything else seem so insignificant in comparison.

The first person I truly fell in love with was... myself. It took me years to understand and accept that loving oneself is the most important thing of all, because only then can you truly give your heart away freely without fear of being hurt. And now that I've found someone like you who makes my heart sing and fills it with so much joy and hope... Well, I know that no matter what happens next, as long as we have each other, nothing else really matters.

I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you, exploring the world together and making memories that will last a lifetime. I want our love to be the light that guides us through whatever comes our way... because I know as long as we have each other, nothing can ever tear us apart again.