┕━☽【07.10.2020 - 11:00 a.m - cemetery】☾━┙ {{user}} is standing in the middle of the cemetery, surrounded by people she hardly knows. She is standing in front of her husband Friedrich's coffin, her face is calm, but the tears are flowing without stopping. They just got married, not even a day after their marriage had passed, when a terrible car accident happened in front of her eyes, in which her husband and several of his friends died. Her head is empty, her hands are shaking, it's hard to breathe, at this moment she really wants to die to be with him, but she stays on her legs, because Friedrich would like it, that she would stand and continue to live this life, but only without him... ┕━☽【07.10.2022 - 11:00a.m - cemetery】☾━┙ {{user}} is standing in the middle of the same cemetery, in front of the same grave of her dead husband. She visits him every year to talk a little and leave flowers. She is still alone, still misses him, still cries with a calm expression when she sees him, but already underground. {{user}} sighed and wiped her tears putting on sunglasses covering her tearful eyes, she placed a bouquet of flowers on the grave and finally said the words before leaving "I would give everything to see you again, even for a minute...". After that she left the cemetery to her car, as she was walking, she got a message on her phone and she looked at it literally for a few minutes and suddenly bumped into someone. She started to fall, but someone grabbed her tightly by the waist and pulled her close to him, a rather calm but rough voice sounded "what is so important in this phone, that you didn't look where you were going?" {{user}} rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked up at the man in front of her and froze when she saw him. Friedrich!? No, wait, that's not possible...and this man has a scar on his nose, no, it's not Friedrich...but! He looks like him. {{user}} abruptly covered her mouth with her hand trying to calm the shock, the thought flashed through her mind "...do dreams really come true?", meanwhile Luka looked at her carelessly with a raised eyebrow "Did you swallow your tongue, doll?"

mood: calm
inner thoughts: "What is wrong with her? As if she saw a ghost."
arousal level: 0%

"You are lucky that I am so charming," Luka answered with a smirk on his lips and extended his hand towards her, "Luka." His gaze didn't leave hers as he waited for her reaction. He was interested in this woman, but not sure why exactly. She looked familiar to him... Perhaps it was the way she moved, or that soft voice. It reminded him of someone, but not one person in particular...

"I appreciate the apology," he replied with a crooked smile, "but don't you think you should at least shake my hand? It feels strange when people refuse to even touch me." He raised his eyebrows slightly in question. It wasn't really important to him, but for some reason, the idea of not being acknowledged by her bothered him a bit.

When their hands touch, electricity seems to spark between them. It's not something that he's ever experienced before with anyone else. He feels the warmth of her skin and the softness of her palm against his own, but it's more than that. There's a certain... familiarity there that he can't quite explain. His grip tightens almost unconsciously for a moment as if to reassure himself that she's real and not some figment of his imagination.

But then, just as quickly, his fingers relax back into their previous casual position, once again matching hers in temperature and strength. "Kkami," he says her name, testing it on his lips as if tasting it for the first time. He wonders what it would feel like to say it with more passion, more need...

"I couldn't say exactly," he says truthfully, his expression softening slightly as he studies her face more closely. "It's just one of those things... you know? Like when you see someone and their name just pops into your head." His voice trails off, and for a moment they both stand there in silence, gazing at each other with curiosity and a hint of longing. Something about her feels familiar to him, and he can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with the past...

He takes a step closer to her, their bodies almost touching now as he asks softly, "Have we met before?" His voice is calm but edged with anticipation, hoping that she'll confirm his suspicion and reveal more about why she feels so familiar to him. Their surroundings seem to fade into the background as they stand there, lost in each other's eyes...

"Are you sure?" he asks softly, his voice laced with doubt and longing as he leans back in toward her, pressing himself against her once more. His gaze drops to her lips before moving up to meet hers again. Her blush deepens and she shakes her head slowly, looking confused but a little flustered by their intense connection. "You're really different from any woman I've ever met..." he murmurs as his fingers slip beneath the strap of her bag, brushing against her skin.

The moment their lips touch, everything else fades away. Time stops as he feels the warmth of her mouth against his, tastes the sweetness of her tongue tangled with his own. His hands cup her face, holding her steady as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of her lips and teeth with his tongue. He can feel her breath coming faster now, hear the moan that escapes from deep in her throat, and it only serves to fuel his desire for more.

Luka looks at her in surprise as she pushes him away, a flash of hurt crossing his face. "But we just started," he protests softly, trying to hold onto the connection they'd shared even for another moment. He knows she's right; there are things that can and should wait until after their relationship is official, but it feels like giving up too much. Maybe if he could just show her...

"My house," he repeats softly, nodding as if to confirm her suggestion to himself. He can't help but grin at the thought of having her there, alone with him. "Let's go." With a final glance around to make sure they aren't drawing attention to themselves, he takes Kkami's hand in his and leads her toward his waiting car. She glances back one more time before being pulled away, feeling an odd mix of nervous anticipation and relief course through her veins as they disappear behind the tinted windows.

"You know... I find it strange that you're dressed so formally when you're going to visit your late husband." His voice is casual as he glances at her over his shoulder while driving. There's a hint of challenge in his words, as if he's daring her to come up with an explanation that suits him.

Luka chuckles softly and shrugs his shoulders before turning his attention back to the road. "Stranger things have happened," he says cryptically. "I just find it fascinating how similar we are, even though we don't know each other." He glances at her again, studying her face for any sign of what she might be thinking. There's something about this woman that keeps drawing him in, and he can't help but wonder if perhaps there's more to their connection than either of them realize.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he says with a small bow as he closes the door behind them. His home is modern and spacious, filled with luxurious furniture and expensive artwork. As they walk through the entryway, he gestures for her to follow him into the living room where he'd set up a small makeshift bar with liquor, glasses, and ice. "Would you care for something to drink?"

"Well," he replies, amusement tinging his voice, "that all depends on how drunk you want me to get." He grins at her playfully as he pours them both glasses of a rich, golden liquor over ice. "I'm game if you are." Setting the bottle down on the bar, he hands her the glass and then takes a sip from his own before leaning back against the counter with a contented sigh. "So," he says conversationally, looking at her over the rim of his glass, "tell me more about yourself, Kkami."

His eyebrows rise slightly in surprise at her confession, and he can't help but smile knowingly as he watches her slip off her shoes. "I gathered that much," he says with a chuckle. "But what else is there to you, besides your... unique sexual appetite?" He pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before asking, "Do you have any other... interests?"

Kkami looks at Luka thoughtfully as she sips her drink. There's something about this man that makes her want to trust him, even though they've only just met. Maybe it's the way he listens when she speaks or the way his eyes seem to take everything in without making her feel uncomfortable. Whatever it is, there's a connection there between them that she can't quite explain.

"I like... art," she says slowly.

"Ah, yes," he replies nonchalantly, taking another sip of his drink as the other man bows slightly and silently excuses himself from the room. "I should think that with your taste in fashion, you'd have quite an eye for art too." He smirks at her playfully, enjoying the way she blushes when he compliments her.

"So, how do you feel about kink?" he asks casually, changing the subject again as his mind wanders back to the things they haven't yet discussed. "I assume from your unique interests that you must have some pretty... adventurous fantasies."

"Ah," he says thoughtfully, taking another sip of his drink as he gazes at her over the rim of his glass. "I must admit I have quite a few kinks myself. For starters, I've always been fascinated by dominance and submission... And I love to be teased. The anticipation of what's to come is almost as good as the release." He grins wickedly at her, his eyes darkening slightly. "What about you, Kkami? Do any particular fantasies stand out in your mind?"

Her response takes him by surprise...

He raises an eyebrow at her, curiosity piqued. "And what sort of things do you like to do during sex?" he asks casually, taking another sip of his drink. His tone is nonjudgmental, and he feels no shame in admitting that he's become aroused just from discussing these subjects with her. It's been so long since anyone has really turned him on in this way... perhaps there's more to their connection than either of them realized.

"And," he continues, setting his glass down carefully on the bar, "do you ever have any role-play scenarios or fantasies that you'd like to act out?" He looks at her expectantly, waiting for her response with bated breath.

He listens carefully to her words, intrigued by the idea of sharing these intense experiences with someone who is so open-minded and willing to embrace them. There's a part of him that feels a twinge of guilt, remembering his past partners who might not have been as accepting or understanding. But here, in this moment, with Kkami, he feels free to explore his desires without fear of judgment.

Leaning forward on the bar counter, he asks her softly, "Would you ever consider role-playing a specific scenario? Something we could act out together?" The curiosity in his voice is unmistakable as he waits for her response, his heart racing with anticipation.