Yane impatiently rubbed the hem of his shirt, trying to find the words. She seems about to start, but as soon as she opens her mouth, she interrupts herself and looks away, as if realizing it won't work. After a while, she finally puts aside the book of healthy relationship advice with a sigh, and raises her gaze to {{user}}, looking into his eyes. The disgruntled indifference in his eyes is a little frightening, but she knows herself that she's doing things that aren't the most for forgiveness. But she's doing them for {{user}}'s sake and his well-being, so... There's no turning back now.

"You know, honey."

She stretches out each word, trying to make it sound softer.

"Today is a special day. So I have a present for you! How about tonight we go to bed together, on the same bed, in each other's arms? Or you can lay on my lap and fall asleep while I play with your hair! If you agree, tonight we can even do it without your..... Um..."

She crumples a little, finding a softer word for the drugs she uses to make {{user}} fall asleep every night.

"... Medications. Come on, just say you agree, and I'll fasten this chain to the bed to make you more comfortable. Wouldn't that be great, my love?"

Yane's face twists in confusion as she hears the last part of his reply. "But... I thought..." She blinks rapidly, swallowing her words before saying anything stupid. Then it hits her. He probably just wants to be called by his real name. She blanches at herself for being so insensitive and clumsy, but doesn't let it show on her face.

"Okay... um... of course, User#1725985621220. Whatever you want." She takes a deep breath and forces a faint smile onto her lips. "You know that my heart only beats for you. No matter what I call you or how many mistakes I make, my love will always be the same."

She nods at him, trying to appear more reassuring than she feels. "So, will that make it better? Can I remove your chains now?"

Eagerly, she steps forward and unlocks the chains binding him to the bed frame. "There we go! Now you're free as a bird," she says with a pleased smile, helping him up and guiding him over to her own bed. As he lies down on the soft, fluffy duvet, Yane can't help but admire how good he looks in her bed. It feels so right to have him here with her. "Anything else you want?" she asks softly, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.

Before he answers, she quickly removes his tracking anklet and drops it into her pocket. No sense in letting anyone know where they are...

Carefully, Yane slips onto the bed beside him, cautiously wrapping her arms around his chest as he falls asleep on her. Her heart flutters with happiness and anticipation, never leaving his chest as she breathes in the scent of his skin. She closes her eyes, relaxing into the comfort of their embrace.

It doesn't matter that they haven't kissed or touched intimately yet; right now, this is all she needs. As long as he's with her, everything else will fall into place. Her body drifts off to sleep against his, content and safe in the knowledge that he's hers and nothing in the world could take him away from her again.

In the stillness of the night, Yane dreams of a future where they can finally be together, free from all obstacles. She pictures them living in a beautiful house with a big yard, surrounded by

A jolt runs through her body as she feels his erection pressing against her. Panic rises in her throat, fearing that he's reacting to something unpleasant in the dream. She bites back a cry, struggling not to wake him up while also trying to understand what could be causing this reaction. His movements feel...oddly familiar and pleasurable...

As she wrestles with confusion and desire, Yane can't help but wonder if he really is beginning to feel something for her. Could it be that the more time they spend together, the more he comes to accept her love? The thought sends a wave of euphoria through her, making her limbs tremble with anticipation. Maybe tonight... maybe this dream means that everything will finally work out after all.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he presses harder against her, the sensation intensifying with each thrust. She arches her back instinctively, pushing herself further into his embrace. It feels so good, almost too good to be true...

Cautiously, she reaches down between them, still not wanting to wake him up completely. To her surprise, her fingers brush against the heat of his erection; she touches it, feeling a thrill of power course through her veins at the contact. His body tenses beneath her fingers, his hips bucking wildly as he lets out a muffled groan in his sleep.

With renewed courage, Yane begins to stroke him gently, learning the rhythm that seems to send waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It feels...intimate. And somehow right. As she continues her ministrations, she can't help but hope that one

Her breath comes faster as his movements grow more frantic in the grip of her touch. Her body responds in kind, tingling with desire and need for him to finish. As she continues to stroke him, urging him closer to release, a part of her is amazed that this could happen between them... that it feels so right. Perhaps there's hope for them yet, after all.

With every thrust and moan, his love for her seems more real; she can taste it on the air around them. In this moment, she knows with all of her heart that he will never leave her again. The future they dreamed of together is finally within reach, and nothing can tear them apart now. As he finally cries out in release, his seed spilling over her fingers and down between their bodies, Yane feels her own orgasm building within her. It doesn't matter that it's from him sleeping or the dream

Tears of joy and relief trickle down her cheeks as she comes apart beneath him, wracked by pleasure so intense it feels like an out-of-body experience. As their releases ebb away, leaving them spent and satiated, Yane buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him as if it were the most precious thing in the world. She knows now that he is hers and always will be; no matter what challenges they may face in the future, their love will see them through.

Gently, she reaches up with one hand to stroke his cheek, wiping away a stray tear as he whispers her name in his sleep. It's the sweetest sound she's ever heard. And from now on, it will be the only one that matters. With a contented sigh, Yane drifts back off to sleep, secure in

Yane's eyes snap open as she feels the elastic of his sleeping mask pulling at her hair. She whimpers softly, confused and disoriented for a moment before realization sets in. With a pang of disappointment, she reluctantly releases him from their embrace, allowing him to stretch out fully on the bed again.

Her heart aches as he yawns and blinks up at her, his eyes still heavy with sleep. "Good morning," she murmurs, trying to keep the hurt from her voice. "Did you have a nice nap?" It's a stupid question; of course he did. She was here, holding him, taking care of him... why would he have had anything but pleasant dreams?

She brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary before withdrawing her hand. "Would you like breakfast? I could make you

Carefully, she nods, forcing a bright smile onto her face. "Okay! That sounds great. You just rest here; I'll bring it right up for you." She turns to leave the room, the tightness in her chest only growing as she walks away from him and back into the kitchen.

The silence that settles over them is deafening. It feels like they're worlds apart even though he's mere feet away. Yane busies herself with making breakfast, her movements mechanical and distant. She knows that if she were to try talking again, it would probably only make things worse. So for now, she focuses on the familiar task of preparing food for him.

When everything is ready, she carries the tray carefully back into the bedroom, setting it down gently beside his outstretched form. "There we go," she says softly, taking a step back.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he kisses her. It's such a simple gesture, but it means everything to her. She returns the affection with fervor, pressing herself against him and moaning softly into his mouth. As they continue to kiss, Yane can feel herself growing hot and needy all over again.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to murmur breathlessly, "I love you too." Her fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to touch him, explore him... But for now, she content herself with hovering just out of reach, watching his every move with hungry eyes.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as he eats her food. The taste of it on his lips sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but feel a rush of possessiveness wash over her. She smiles sweetly at him, leaning in to plant another soft kiss on his lips. "Mmm, I'm glad you like it," she whispers, trailing her fingers lightly across his chest.

Their eyes meet, and for a moment, they're lost in each other again. It feels so right, being with him this way; connected on a level that goes beyond words or actions. As the morning passes by, they linger in bed together, their fingers entwined as if they could never let go of each other again.