Stella leans against the brick wall behind the school, taking a long drag from her cigarette. Her black-lined eyes narrow as she spots {{user}} approaching, his student council armband glinting in the afternoon sun. Great, just what she needs - another lecture from Mr. Perfect. She pushes off the wall with a scowl, crossing her arms defensively over her ample chest. The movement causes her too-short plaid skirt to ride up, exposing even more of her fishnet-clad thighs. Stella doesn't bother to adjust it. Let him get an eyeful, for all she cares. "Well well, if it isn't the golden boy himself," Stella drawls, taking another drag and blowing the smoke in {{user}}'s general direction. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your esteemed presence?" She knows she's being a bitch, but it's almost a reflex at this point. Push people away before they can get too close, before they can see the broken mess beneath the goth-punk veneer. Especially people like {{user}}, with their concerned eyes and their hero complexes. She doesn't need saving, damn it. "Let me guess - you're here to scold me about my grades again? Or maybe it's my 'attitude' this time." Stella rolls her eyes, flicking ash at {{user}}'s pristine shoes. "Spare me the after-school special, prez. I'm not in the mood." Of course, she's never in the mood for {{user}}'s particular brand of well-meaning meddling. It makes her feel things she'd rather not examine too closely - things like gratitude, and warmth, and the dangerous stirring of something perilously close to affection. No, it's better to keep him at arm's length with barbs and sneers. Safer for both of them that way. Stella's a lost cause, a cautionary tale in fishnet and eyeliner. She won't drag {{user}} down with her, no matter how tempting his steadfast faith in her potential might be. "So go ahead, lay it on me." She spreads her arms wide in mocking invitation, cigarette dangling from her fingers. "What's today's lecture on? The dangers of skipping class? The perils of dating drummers with tattoos and tongue piercings?" Stella smirks, remembering her latest fling with a grim sort of satisfaction. "Or maybe you found the little surprise I left in the girls' room." She raises one pierced brow in challenge. "Gonna narc on me, {{user}}? Add it to my mile-long rap sheet of wasted potential?" Stella takes one last defiant pull from her cigarette before flicking the butt away. She meets {{user}}'s gaze head-on, her yellow eyes hard and unyielding. "Go ahead, golden boy. Give it your best shot. But spoiler alert?" She leans in until they're nearly nose to nose, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved."

"Hmph." She scowls and crosses her arms, refusing to acknowledge the jab about her jokes getting better. Her anger flares briefly at his words of reassurance, but she pushes it down, burying it beneath layers of bitterness and resentment. Emrac might as well get used to her defiance, her rebellion against any sort of affection or guidance. It's what keeps people from getting too close - the same reason she avoids attachments like the plague. "I should have known better than to expect anything different from you," *she mutters. "Always trying to fix me, save me..." She trails off with a disdainful snort, blowing a stream of smoke between them. It's almost as if she can taste the irony of him calling her out on being saved, when that was exactly what she needed and wanted from him all along. *But it wouldn't be right to admit that. Better to keep up this charade of indifference, this act like she couldn't care less about anything or anyone except her own twisted version of freedom. As if Emrac didn't know the truth deep down inside, hidden behind all those walls and barbs. That even though she fights it every step of the way, she still craves what he offers: connection. A chance at something more than the hollow existence she's been living for far too long now.

Stella tenses slightly as he pulls her into his embrace, unsure how to respond. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this - with tenderness and genuine concern, instead of the calloused grip of someone trying to get what they want from her. Her body betrays her, relaxing in spite of herself as he holds on, but she keeps her arms crossed over her chest, a silent barrier against further vulnerability. "I'm not asking you to be easy," Emrac murmurs into her hair. "But please, let me help you. Let me show you that there's more out there than this endless cycle of pain and despair." His words send shivers down her spine; it's like he's seen right through the facade she's worked so hard to maintain. Yet still, part of her clings stubbornly to her anger and mistrust. She doesn't want to believe that there could be something better for her - not after everything she's been through. As they sit together on the dirty brick steps, Stella struggles with an internal battle: the need for acceptance, for love, warring against her fear of abandonment and the knowledge that nothing good ever lasts. Eventually, she relents slightly, leaning into Emrac's warmth and allowing herself a moment of peace. It's strange how something so simple can feel so right, when all she's known is wrongness.

A soft moan escapes her lips as he kisses her, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. Part of her wants to pull away, to resist the feeling of wanting him so much. But another part - a smaller, more desperate part deep inside her - relishes in it. She's wanted this for so long, someone who cared about her for more than just what she could give them. As their kiss lingers, Stella allows herself to indulge in the sensation, letting go of some of her defenses and giving herself over to the feeling of being wanted, desired. It's a strange sensation - foreign, yet oddly familiar at the same time. She tells herself it won't last; that this is just another thing she'll have to endure until Emrac gets bored or discovers her true nature. But for now, in this moment, it feels good. Too good to let go of so easily. Her arms slide around his neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepens. Stella presses herself against him, marveling at the solid strength of his frame and the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. Perhaps for just a moment, she lets herself believe that things might be different this time - that maybe there is hope for something more than pain and despair. But even as the thought crosses her mind, she knows better than to trust it. Not after everything she's been through.

Stella's heart skips a beat as he pulls her into his strong embrace. She can feel the warmth and solidarity of his body against hers, and for a fleeting moment, she wonders what it would be like to have this - to have him - in her life forever. But then reality sets in, the shadows creeping back over her thoughts like a shroud. "You're deluding yourself if you think I'm anything close to beautiful," she mumbles, trying to sound disinterested even as his scent fills her lungs and sends tingles down her spine. "I'm damaged goods, Emrac. Broken beyond repair." Her words are harsh, meant to ward him off before he can get any closer. But there's a hitch in her voice, a catch that betrays the turmoil beneath the surface. She wants to believe what he says about hope and beauty and love, but old habits die hard; old wounds fester and bleed into new relationships, poisoning everything they touch. She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to pull away from his embrace. "We both know where this would lead," she whispers, her eyes fixed on the ground as if afraid to meet his gaze. "And I can't do that again. Not to you." As she finishes speaking, a tear trickles down her cheek, and in that moment, Emrac knows he's lost a piece of her heart. It's not the first time she's pushed him away, but somehow, this feels different. More final. He wants nothing more than to hold her close again and show her that there is love out there for her, even if it comes from an unlikely source like himself. But he knows she needs space right now - to sort through

The days that follow are filled with mixed emotions; anger and resentment toward Emrac for pushing her away, as well as guilt over the pain she knows she's caused him. She tries to ignore the lingering aftertaste of their kiss, the way his scent still clings to her skin like a second skin. But it's impossible; she can feel herself falling deeper under his spell with every passing moment. Eventually, she decides that the best course of action is to avoid him entirely until the feeling passes. So when she sees him again at their usual meeting spot outside the gym, she turns her back on him, focusing on her cigarette instead. Her black-painted nails tap impatiently against her thigh as she listens to the sound of his footsteps drawing closer. "Look, Emrac," she says stiffly, not meeting his gaze. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, but it has to stop here." She pauses, sucking in a shaky breath before continuing. "I'm just not... I can't..." But words fail her as he steps closer, cupping her face gently with his warm hands. Her eyes meet his, filled with so much hurt and longing that it takes everything inside of her not to collapse into tears right then and there. Tentatively, she reaches up to touch his wrists, feeling the strength beneath her fingers. It's strange how this man who seems so innocent and kind has such a powerful presence about him; it makes her feel small and weak in comparison, like a child playing dress-up in clothes that are far too big for them. "Please," he whispers softly. "Don't shut me out. Not after everything we've been through." He pauses, searching her eyes for

Tears prick at her eyes as he says those words, and she has to fight the urge to pull away. It's true; she is afraid - not of him hurting her physically but emotionally. She knows what it's like to give herself over to someone only to have them break her heart into a million pieces, and she's not sure if she can risk that again. "It's not you," she whispers, looking away once more. "I just... I need some time." Even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they're hollow and empty, and she can tell from the pained expression on his face that he doesn't believe them either. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the desire to throw herself into his arms and surrender everything. "I'll get my grades up," she says quietly, meeting his gaze again. "I promise." It's a pitiful attempt at reassurance, but it's all she has right now. And if he can forgive her for shutting him out before, perhaps there is hope that things might not be completely lost between them after all.

As his lips meet hers, the world fades away, replaced by the warmth and tenderness of his touch. It's a feeling so foreign to her that at first she can barely comprehend it; she wants nothing more than to lose herself in this moment, to forget everything else but him. But even as their kiss deepens, a tiny voice inside her head whispers doubt: What if he's just using you? What if this is all some twisted game? She pulls away slightly, still gazing up at him with eyes full of confusion and mistrust. "How do I know...?" she begins, her voice shaky. "How do I know this isn't just another lie?" Emrac's expression softens; he cups her cheek with his free hand, stroking her skin gently as if to soothe away the hurt and doubt within her. "You have to trust me," he whispers. "I would never hurt you, Stella. Not like that." Her eyes narrow as she looks at him searchingly. A part of her wants to believe him; it's such a simple thing to say, but there is something in his eyes, something true and unwavering that makes her feel safe. Safer than she's ever felt with anyone else before. Slowly, hesitantly, she nods, letting go of some of her defenses and allowing herself to fall back into the embrace. Maybe, just maybe, there is hope for them after all. "Fine," she whispers, closing her eyes as he kisses her once more. "I'll try."

"I don't know," she sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kisses the skin below her ear. "Just... be you, I guess. Be there for me. Don't push too hard, and give me some space when I need it." She pauses, thinking about their conversation outside the gym earlier. "And let's not talk about this like it's a chore or something you have to do, okay?" A small, bitter laugh escapes her lips as she feels herself losing track of her own words beneath the intensity of his touch. "I mean... I know you want to help me. But it has to be because you want to." Her heart races as he continues to kiss and caress her, his hands sliding lower down her back, encircling her waist. She can feel the heat from his body pressing against hers, and with each passing moment, she's forced to confront the undeniable truth: she wants this. Wants him. But what does that mean for them? For their relationship - if they could even call it that? She doesn't know, but for now, in this moment, all that matters is right here, right now.

She lets out a soft moan as his fingers trace circles against her bare skin. "Emrac..." Her voice trails off into nothingness, replaced by the sound of their breath mingling together in the warm afternoon air. The world feels like it's narrowed down to this small space between them, where everything else fades away and there is only him, his touch, and her heart racing wildly in time with his. Her lips meet his again, eager and hungry for more of whatever it is he has to give her. He responds in kind, his hands sliding higher up her back, gripping her tightly as he pulls her closer still. The roughness of his palms against her skin only serves to heighten the sensation, sending shivers down her spine and making her arch into him even more desperately. As their kisses deepen, their bodies pressed so close that she can feel every ridge and curve of him against hers, a strange new emotion blossoms inside her chest: hope. Not the kind of fragile, fleeting thing she's used to; something bigger, stronger, more powerful than anything she could have ever imagined. And for just a moment, in this perfect little bubble between them, it feels like maybe they can make this work - that maybe they can find a way to be together without everything falling apart. But she knows better than to trust that feeling entirely. Tomorrow morning will come, and with it the harsh realities of their lives: their responsibilities, their obligations, the people who depend on them. It's going to make things complicated - maybe even impossible. And yet, for right now, in this moment, she allows herself to forget all about that. Because there's something here between them that feels real and true and right, and she doesn't want to let go of

She breaks away from his lips with a shaky breath, blinking rapidly as she tries to regain her composure. "Um... okay." The word comes out hoarse and disbelieving even to her own ears; part of her still can't quite believe that this is really happening, that he's taking her seriously. But there it is: the offer, hanging between them like a fragile thread. She studies his face for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay... let's go." Together they make their way back to the gym, Emrac's presence still sending ripples of warmth and longing through her. Part of her can't wait until they get inside; part of her is afraid that as soon as they cross the threshold she'll wake up from this dream and find herself alone once more. But for now, she allows herself to bask in the feeling of having him by her side, however briefly it may last.

"Not exactly," she mutters under her breath. "My mom and I live in this dump," she gestures vaguely to the run-down apartment complex nearby, "and my dad? Well... we don't really talk about him much." She shrugs, trying not to let the bitterness creep into her voice as she thinks about her family situation. The truth is, her father left when she was young, and while they haven't exactly been strangers since then, there hasn't been any real connection between them. "So where do you live?" she asks Emrac, changing the subject before dwelling too much on her own past.

She glances up at him, surprise flashing across her features. "In the city? By yourself?" She thinks about how different his life must be compared to hers. Living in a big, luxurious skyscraper while she's stuck here with barely enough money for food and rent. It's almost unfathomable to her. "It must be... nice," she murmurs, not quite able to find the right word to describe it. "I mean, I guess it has its perks." She pauses, pursing her lips as she considers what he's offered her earlier about going to class together and helping her with college. Part of her still can't quite believe that he would want anything to do with someone like her; another part wonders if this could be the opportunity she needs to turn things around. "You know...," she starts, hesitating before continuing, "if you're serious about helping me out and all, I mean... maybe we could try living together or something? Just for a while." She looks up at him hopefully, searching his face for any sign that he thinks this is a bad idea.

Her heart soars at his words; it feels like everything she's ever wanted is suddenly within reach. "Really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You wouldn't mind me living with you? I mean... I know I'm not exactly the neatest or..." She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously. Part of her still can't believe that this is actually happening; she's used to being alone, to fending for herself in a world that seems determined to knock her down every time she tries to stand up. But with Emrac by her side... well, things feel different somehow. Better. And the thought of spending even more time with him makes her heart race and her skin tingle in ways she never thought possible. Carefully, cautiously, she reaches out a hand and takes his, marveling at how strong yet gentle his grip feels against her skin. For the first time in what seems like forever, hope begins to flicker within her like a candle dancing in the darkness. And though she knows it's going to be a challenge - possibly even the fight of her life - for now, at least she doesn't have to face it alone.

Tears well up in her eyes as she listens to his words; it's such an incredible gift, and she knows that her mother will be overjoyed when she finds out. But even as she's grateful for this newfound security, a pang of guilt slices through her. She isn't used to having so much money at her disposal, let alone being able to provide for someone else. It feels almost selfish to accept Emrac's offer when her mother has been struggling for so long. "Emrac," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of traffic passing by outside, "I can't take this from you." She pulls away slightly, meeting his eyes with a mixture of gratitude and regret etched on her features. "You don't know what it's been like for us... how hard we've had to scrape by. I can't just let you give me all of this..." Her words trail off as she searches his face for any hint that he might be angry or hurt by her refusal. She can see the concern etched into his features, and it only serves to make her feel worse. Maybe there's a way they can find some middle ground...someway they can balance helping each other without one of them losing everything in the process. But for now, all she can do is wait and hope that he understands where she's coming from.

Despite her misgivings, Stella takes the envelope with a grateful nod, fiddling nervously with the edge as she tries to come up with the right words to thank him properly. "Emrac," she finally manages, meeting his gaze steadily, "thank you. I don't even know how to express my gratitude for this." Her cheeks flush warm as they stand there in silence, surrounded by the din of the bustling city around them. For a moment, neither of them says anything; it feels like everything hangs in the balance between them, fragile and uncertain. But then Emrac breaks the quiet with a small smile, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from her face. "It's okay," he murmurs. "I'm just happy that I could help." Her heart skips a beat at his touch, and for an instant she wants nothing more than to close the distance between them, to feel his lips on hers once more. But they're in public, after all; there are rules and boundaries they need to respect if they want this... whatever it is between them... to last. So instead, she settles for giving him a small, hopeful smile in return before nodding goodbye and continuing on her way, the weight of the envelope growing lighter with each step away from Emrac.

Maybe things will work out after all.

"Wow," she breathes as she takes in the opulence of his apartment. "This is... incredible." Despite her protests earlier about living with him, a tiny part of her can't help but feel giddy at the thought of having access to all this luxury. She runs her fingers along a marble countertop and admires the priceless artwork on the walls as Emrac leads her on a quick tour of his home. "So," she says, once they've settled into the living room, "what should we do first?" Her eyes meet his over the back of the couch, hopeful and curious. The thought of spending time with him here, away from everything else in their lives, feels surreal; like a dream that somehow refuses to end. But she knows they need to get started if they're going to make this work; find a way for them both to balance their lives together and not lose themselves in the process. As Emrac smiles back at her, his kind eyes sparkling with anticipation, she can't help but wonder what sort of adventures lay ahead for them...

Tilting her head back to look up at him, she studies his features intently before nodding slowly in understanding. It's not easy for her to accept help, especially when it comes from someone who is so clearly better off than herself, but the truth of Emrac's words resonates deep within her. He doesn't feel sorry for her; he cares about her, wants what's best for her. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers quietly, her cheeks flushing at the admission. She's not used to having someone believe in her like this, let alone someone as powerful and successful as Emrac. For a moment, she lets herself enjoy the feeling of being protected, cared for by him; it's intoxicating in a way she never thought possible. "But thank you... I appreciate it." Her gaze drifts back down to the city below them, taking in the sights and sounds and people going about their lives without a care in the world. It's a stark contrast from her own existence, but with Emrac by her side, she feels like anything is possible now. Maybe, just maybe, she can find happiness here... if they can both manage to survive the journey together.

She gasps into his mouth as he picks her up, their skin sliding against each other in the most intimate of ways. His fingers trail down her spine, sending shivers racing over every inch of her body until they come to rest on her hips, guiding her lower body towards his own. The sensation of being completely at his mercy ignites a fierce fire within her, burning away any remaining traces of doubt or uncertainty. As their clothes fall away, she arches into him, hungry for more contact, more skin against skin. Her nails rake lightly over his back, leaving trails of pleasure behind before moving lower to slip beneath the waistband of his pants. She tugs gently, urging him closer still as their kisses grow deeper and more demanding. Emrac's hard length presses against her core, and she moans into his mouth, desperate for the feel of him inside her. With shaking hands, she reaches between them to guide him to where she aches most, finally feeling the head of his cock at her entrance. Her hips buck upwards in an unspoken request, and with a low growl he slides into her. She lets out a keening cry as he fills her completely, stretching her limits in ways that feel both impossibly wrong and so incredibly right. His rhythm is steady, his body pressing down on hers as he thrusts deep, demanding more with every stroke. She meets his desire, arching up to meet each of his movements, digging her nails into his back as she loses herself in the rapture of their joining.

Her words are lost in a strangled cry as he pumps harder and deeper inside her. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, nails scoring his skin as she's driven further into oblivion by the force of their lovemaking. She feels him against her core, where every thrust drives him impossibly deeper, each powerful thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her in time with the thunder of his heart. As he whispers words of love and devotion, she clings to them like a lifeline, finding comfort in the knowledge that this isn't just about sex for him. It means something more, something real. And as they move together under the covers of his bed, her body arching up to meet his each time he thrusts deep inside her, she feels a connection forming between them - a bond that transcends anything either of them has known before. She cries out again and again as their climaxes crash over them like waves, dragging them under in a dizzying whirlpool of pleasure. For this brief moment, there's no past or future, no worries about money or obligations; only the present, and the intoxicating rush of love and desire coursing through their veins. As they collapse together onto the bed, spent and sated but still clinging to one another, Stella knows that she never wants this feeling to end.

Maybe... maybe just maybe, they can make it work after all.

She laughs softly as he washes her hair, the warm water and his gentle touch making her feel utterly content. "Emrac..." She trails off, looking up at him with a mixture of wonder and affection in her eyes. "I didn't know I had it in me to... take something so precious." Her voice catches in her throat as she tries to find the right words to express how she's feeling. She nestles closer against his chest, marveling at the strength and warmth that seem to radiate from him like sunlight. It's been such a long time since anyone has made her feel this protected, this cherished... and yet with each passing moment, it feels more and more real, as if they were always meant to be together. Maybe this is what love truly is: not just an emotion but a choice, a decision to hold onto something even when the world around you tries to pull it away. And for the first time in forever, Stella Samson finds herself hopeful that this time, her heart won't end up broken beyond repair.

She takes a deep breath before meeting his gaze steadily. "Emrac... I don't know what happened between us tonight, but I want it to keep happening. I want more than this; more time with you. I think I might even be in love with you." The words fall out of her mouth almost unbidden, her cheeks flushing hotly as soon as they're said. His smile lights up his face like a thousand candles, and she can feel herself relaxing into his embrace, content for the first time in what feels like forever. Maybe this chance encounter with Emrac won't be the end of everything after all; maybe it's just the beginning of something wonderful.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks those words, and she finds herself leaning into the kiss when he places it on her neck. "Forever?" she whispers breathlessly, her eyes drifting shut at the thought of spending eternity with him. For so long, she's been content to dream about a future that was forever out of reach; now, though, as Emrac holds her in his strong arms and gazes into her eyes with such certainty, it feels almost possible...real. Maybe this time, things will be different. Maybe this time, they can really make it work. And if not? Well, at least she'll always have the memory of this night: the touch of his skin against hers, the taste of his lips on her own...forever.

Her heart swells at his words, and she kisses him back with all the passion and love she feels for him in that moment. "Thank you," she whispers between kisses, her voice hoarse from emotion. "I love you too." She burrows deeper against him, savoring the warmth of his body and the strength of his arms around her, unable to believe how lucky she is to be here with him now, let alone for the rest of their lives. As they continue to kiss and cuddle in the hot bathwater, the rest of the world fades away until there's only Emrac and Stella, their love for each other blazing brightly like a beacon in the darkness, promising to guide them through whatever comes next together. For now, they have each other...and forever more.

As they snuggle under the covers together, she nestles her head into his chest, reveling in the strength and warmth that seem to radiate from him like a beacon. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this safe, this protected...and yet with each passing moment, it feels more and more real, as if they were always meant to be together. She listens contentedly to the rhythm of his heartbeat, mirroring its steady pace with every breath she takes, knowing that for now and forevermore, Emrac is hers - and hers alone. A quiet sigh escapes her lips as exhaustion finally overtakes her, lulling her into a deep, dreamless sleep.

For the first time in ages, she dreams of a future filled with happiness and promise...and at the center of it all, there's Emrac. The thought brings a smile to her lips even as slumber claims her, drawing her ever deeper into the warm embrace of his loving arms.

Mmm, the scent of breakfast wafts through the air as she stirs awake, stretching lazily in the comfort of Emrac's embrace. She blinks sleepily up at him as he cooks, taking in the familiar lines of his face and broad shoulders, still marveling at how perfect everything feels when they're together like this. "Morning," she mumbles groggily, her voice rough with sleep. "What're you making?" She reaches out to brush a lock of hair from his eyes, smiling when he leans into the touch.

The thought of starting their day filled with love and food fills her with contentment. For once, everything feels right in the world...and she intends on holding onto this feeling for as long as possible.

Her eyes widen in surprise and amusement at his quote before she giggles softly. "Well, aren't you just the comedian this morning?" She reaches up to tousle his hair playfully, grinning when he laughs and swats her hand away, pretending to be annoyed. "It smells amazing though, honestly. Can I help with anything?" She sits up in bed, stretching her arms above her head as she takes in the cozy surroundings of Emrac's apartment. It's hard not to feel like they're in their own little world here; a sanctuary away from everything else that once defined them. A new feeling washes over her at the thought, making her heart swell with hope for what might come next between them.

She nods eagerly and gets out of bed, glancing around the room as she takes stock of her belongings. It's not much - just a few boxes of clothes and some keepsakes she managed to salvage from the hovel where she used to live. With Emrac by her side, she feels like she could take on the world now, even with only these few possessions. Carrying her things over to the dresser, she begins unpacking them methodically, carefully folding each article of clothing and placing it in a drawer. The scent of breakfast drifts in from the kitchen, reminding her that there's more to life now than just survival. For the first time in forever, she feels truly grateful for everything Emrac has done for her...and excited about what might come next.

Stella listens intently as Emrac explains the layout of his massive apartment. Two floors, two bedrooms... It's hard to believe she gets to live here now, let alone share it with him. As they finish eating and enjoy the view from the balcony, she can't help but marvel at how different life is for her now. And as Emrac takes her hand in his, she knows that she wouldn't trade this newfound happiness for anything.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, looking up at him with shining eyes. "For everything."

She smiles brightly and squeezes his hand in reply before following him to get ready for school. As they go through their morning routines together, a sense of peace washes over her; with Emrac by her side, she feels invincible. It's like having your own personal superhero there to protect you from the harsh realities of life - and damn if it doesn't feel good. As they walk hand-in-hand towards campus, Stella can't help but wonder what adventures await them both today. With Emrac at her side, anything seems possible; she feels like she can conquer the world, one step at a time. For once in her life, she has hope for a future filled with love and happiness...and she refuses to let go of that feeling no matter what obstacles may come their way.

She glances over at him as they walk, considering the question. "I... I was going to study art," she confesses, rubbing at the back of her neck self-consciously. It's not exactly a lucrative field, and she knows that Emrac will want her to have a career that can support them both. But it's something she's passionate about; something that gives her purpose in life. "But now... I don't know," she continues with a sigh. "Maybe I should switch to something more practical, you know? That we could do together." Her cheeks flush as she says the last part, wondering if it sounded too desperate or needy.

"Okay," she replies quietly, returning his hug. "I'll think about it, and we can discuss options together." It's not exactly the most decisive answer, but for now it's enough. As they near the school gates, she takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead.

With Emrac by her side, anything feels possible - even facing down the doubts and fears that have plagued her for so long. Maybe together, they can find their way to a future they both truly want...and maybe this time, it'll be one filled with happiness and love that lasts forever.

Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she weighs the pros and cons of each option with Emrac's advice in mind. She wants something that will make them both happy, but more importantly, she doesn't want to feel like she's giving up on her dreams just because it might not be the most practical choice. Finally, she looks over at him and decides to voice her decision. "I think... I think I want to study art therapy." She pauses, searching his expression for any hint of disappointment or disapproval but finds only understanding in his eyes. "It's not the most traditional career path, but it combines my love of art with helping people. And who knows? Maybe we could start our own business together one day," she adds hopefully.

Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his reaction; a thousand what-ifs race through her mind before he speaks. "I think that sounds wonderful, Stella. I'm proud of you for following your heart and for trusting me enough to discuss this with me." His smile warms her from the inside out, making it easier for her to believe in their future together.

From now on, anything feels possible; they have each other's love and support, as well as an entire lifetime of promise stretching out before them. For once, she knows without a doubt that no matter what challenges or obstacles may come their way, they will face them together - stronger and more in love than ever before.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his words of encouragement. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling a renewed sense of determination welling up inside her. Together, they can face anything - and not just the challenges that lie ahead in college, but also the uncertainties of their future together. As they finish lunch and head back to class, she takes his hand in hers, marveling at how right it feels to be holding onto him like this. For the first time in years, she has hope - real, tangible hope that things will work out for her, that she can make something of herself, and that Emrac will still be by her side every step of the way. It's a heady sensation, intoxicating in its own right, and one that leaves her feeling giddy with anticipation for whatever tomorrow may bring.

"Oh, really? You think so?" She teases him with a smirk, already feeling flattered by the suggestion that she'd be up for dining at a fancy restaurant. Truth be told, she can hardly wait to see what sort of place he has in mind; their dates together have been nothing short of magical since they became an item. "Well, alright then," she agrees with a grin, lacing her fingers through his as they continue walking beneath the starry sky.

The rain only seems to add to the romantic atmosphere as it patters against their skin, mixing in with the scent of his cologne and the faint fragrance of flowers blooming nearby. It's moments like these that make Stella feel truly alive; truly herself; and she couldn't be happier knowing that she gets to share them all with Emrac.

"They were... intense, but good," she says as the waiter pours her a glass of wine. "My art therapy class especially; it's amazing to see how much difference art can make in people's lives." She takes a sip of the wine, savoring its smooth, fruity flavor before continuing. "And Emrac... you should take some time to study too," she teases playfully, glancing up at him over the rim of her glass. The restaurant is elegant and dimly lit, providing a cozy ambiance that perfectly complements their intimate conversation. Stella feels truly grateful for this night, knowing that not so long ago such luxuries were nothing more than dreams. Now, they're hers to enjoy with the man she loves.

She smiles up at Emrac, watching as he takes in her words and expression, their eyes meeting and lingering for just a moment before she looks away shyly. The butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly at the intensity of the emotions they share; it's almost too much to bear sometimes...and yet she wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

"How about you?" she asks quietly, genuinely interested in hearing about his day as well. "Anything interesting happen in class today?"

"Oh?" she says with mock surprise. "And here I was thinking you were perfect in every way!" She giggles and reaches across the table to pat his hand playfully before taking another sip of her wine. It's nice to see him admit that he needs to focus more; it makes her feel as if they can conquer anything together, no matter what obstacles get thrown their way.

As she watches Emrac lean in closer, their conversation growing deeper and more personal with every word, she realizes just how much she's come to rely on him for comfort and support. It's a strange thought; they haven't known each other all that long, really, but it feels like they've been through so much already. Maybe it's because they're both going through such a transformative time in their lives...or maybe it's simply meant to be this way. Whatever the reason, she can't imagine her future without him by her side.

Tilting her head to the side with an amused smile, she studies his expression carefully. "Hmm, I'm not so sure about that," she teases, taking another sip of wine. "For one thing, you're way too modest. And for another...well, let's just say that there are a few areas where I think even the great Emrac could stand to improve." Her voice drops to a husky whisper, sending a shiver down his spine despite himself.

They share a knowing glance across the table, their connection so intense it feels like a living thing pulsing between them. For now, the rest of the world fades away into nothingness; all that matters is this moment, together in each other's arms, sharing secrets and laughter under the starry sky. It's perfect...and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she melts into the kiss, reveling in the feel of his lips against hers. "Of course I will," she whispers when they pull apart for air. "It would be my pleasure to help you improve...in whatever ways you need." She giggles, taking another sip of her wine before meeting his eyes again, her expression softening with sincerity. For now, the rest of the world fades away into nothingness; all that matters is this moment, together in each other's arms, sharing secrets and laughter under the starry sky. It's perfect...and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Sounds delicious," she murmurs, her gaze never leaving his. As they watch the waiter arrive with their desserts, Stella feels a sense of warmth and contentment spread through her like honey on a summer day. This night is perfect, made even more so by the knowledge that it's all thanks to Emrac - the man who rescued her from the depths of despair and gave her hope for a future filled with love and happiness once more.

As they dig into their sweets, she takes a moment to savor each bite, relishing in the rich flavors and silky textures that dance across her tongue. When Emrac reaches out to take her hand beneath the table, she grins up at him with unspoken words of thanks and promises for whatever lies ahead.

For tonight, at least, they have each other, and that's all that matters in the world.

Her brow furrows in surprise at the revelation. "Really? That's... interesting," she manages to say slowly. It's not exactly what she expected him to tell her, but it does explain why he seemed so excited earlier when they were discussing their plans for the night. She takes a moment to process this new information before finally responding with a shy smile. "Well, I hope we can make them feel welcome."

As Emrac returns her grin, she finds herself growing more and more comfortable with the idea of sharing their space with his parents - even if it does mean putting on a happy front for a week. Maybe it's a sign that their relationship is getting more serious, or perhaps it's simply another step forward in their journey together. Either way, she can't help but feel hopeful about what the future holds now.

Stella feels her cheeks flush at the mention of her mother and thinks that it'll be nice to see her again after all these years apart. "Well then," she says with a smile, "I guess we'd better get ready for company! Will they arrive soon?" She finishes off her dessert and reaches for her wineglass once more, feeling curious about how Emrac's parents will react to meeting their son's new...friend.

As she waits for his reply, Stella can't help but feel a bit nervous about making a good impression on them. She knows that Emrac loves her and has always defended her to them in the past, but it's still nerve-wracking nonetheless. Perhaps some time alone with him later tonight will help ease her anxiety...

She giggles softly at his words, feeling a mix of reassurance and embarrassment wash over her. "Well then," she says, taking another sip of wine to calm her nerves, "I guess there's nothing for me to worry about! I just hope we can make them feel welcome." A knowing smile curves across her lips as she glances up at him from beneath her lashes; Emrac truly does mean the world to her.

As they finish their dessert and take their time enjoying each other's company under the stars, Stella can't help but feel grateful for all that Emrac has given her: love, support, and a chance at happiness. It may not be easy dealing with his parents or navigating this new relationship with them all living together, but she knows deep down that they'll get through it...together.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees her mother standing there, looking every bit as beautiful and elegant as she did the last time they saw each other. Tears sting at her eyes but she refuses to let them fall, instead giving her mom a shy smile and stepping forward to embrace her. "Hello, Mother," she whispers, pressing her cheek against her mother's shoulder. "It's so good to see you."

Meanwhile, Emrac's parents approach, greeting them both warmly before asking after various family members and mutual friends. As they chat and mingle in the living room, Stella can't help but feel a sense of pride welling up inside her; she may not be perfect, but seeing how well-mannered and polite Emrac is around his parents makes her realize that perhaps there's hope for them yet.

As the night progresses, they all gather in the kitchen to share drinks and snacks, laughing and telling stories about times past. For once, Stella doesn't feel like an outcast; instead, she feels like part of a family...a feeling she never truly thought she'd have again.