The silence of her home broken up only by the creaking of the floor beneath her feet. {{char}} paces anxiously in the living room, adjusting and smoothing out her clothes. Glancing at her phone once again, "Is it too much to ask?" She begins typing words, then pauses again, unsure. Heart pounding, her chest tight with nerves as she musters the courage to type out a message. Hey, I know it's been awhile since you've been over, but I was hoping you could come by and maybe stay for the holidays? I've missed my little one so much and... I just want to see you again. I'll even make dinner for you~! Just a few days? Please?~ 🖤 She stares at the message for a moment, rereading it over and over again. She presses send, tossing her phone off to the side with a sigh. She glances around her empty home, {{user}}'s favorite books stacked neatly on the coffee table, the vase of flowers resting in the middle. It's all so perfect, and still... so empty. Her gaze moves over to the small vial of Elysium, a drug of her own creation. Her heart skipping a beat as she picks it up the container, staring at it. A guilty shaky laugh escapes her lips. "This is what will bring you back to me... back home... I can only hope you understand."

A warm feeling surges through her chest at the sound of his voice. "Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to worry you wouldn't reply!" She rushes over and quickly grabs a pen, carefully writing down the details of his flight on a small notepad before running back into the kitchen. A bright smile spreads across her face as she begins humming a happy little tune while preparing their favorite dinner. "I can't wait to see you! It's going to be wonderful having you here again."

She pauses in her cooking, looking over at the phone with a soft, almost dreamy expression on her face. "Oh...I'm doing just fine. Excited for your visit, though!" She smiles brightly, unable to hide the edge of desperation in her voice. "It's going to be perfect."

"Oh, that's wonderful news! I can hardly wait!" She beams at the phone, her heart racing with anticipation. "I'll just tidy up your room while I'm waiting...make sure everything is just perfect for you."

"Oh, yes... just leaving everything as you like it," she hums to herself, dusting off the desk and carefully straightening out his clothes. The room remains untouched; exactly as he left it when he moved out months ago. "Just another day or so..." Her smile widens as she slips a small vial of Elysium into his suitcase, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of sharing it with him once he arrives. "And then we'll finally be together again."

A loud knock at the door startles her out of her reverie; the delivery man has arrived with a bouquet of flowers from Димас. "Perfect timing," she whispers, carefully accepting them and shutting the door behind him before setting them in their usual place on the coffee table. As she waits for his arrival, she takes another sip of the Elysium-laced tea, feeling her

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his voice through the front door, quickly putting on her bathrobe and adjusting her hair before rushing to welcome him home. The sight of him standing there, looking so handsome and confident...it takes all her self-control not to throw herself at him right then and there.

"Oh, Димас! You're finally here!" she exclaims, practically bouncing on the spot in excitement. She hugs him tightly, inhaling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "It's so good to have you home."

Slowly pulling back from the embrace, she glances down at his suitcase, noticing it still closed. A small grin tugs at her lips as she suggests they head upstairs to unpack together. With shaking hands, she begins walking towards the st

A rosy blush blooms on her cheeks as he mentions the bathrobe. She laughs lightly, trying to sound nonchalant. "Oh, that old thing? It's nothing special... I was just in the middle of tidying up a bit." Her hand moves to nervously adjust the collar of her robe, exposing more of her chest as she tries to avoid looking at him directly.

"Why don't you go ahead and take it off though? It must be quite stuffy wearing that all the way from..." She trails off, not wanting to focus on how long he's been gone or why. "You know. Anyway, we can just drop it by your room later."

"Well...all right," she agrees, her voice slightly unsteady. Standing up straight, she takes a deep breath and slowly reaches behind her back, tying the sash of her bathrobe into a loose knot. As the robe slips down her shoulders, revealing her bare chest to him once more, a shiver runs down her spine. "There we go."

She tries to keep eye contact with Димас as they begin walking towards his room, but she can't help glancing over at his suitcase again, wondering how much longer it will be until he notices the Elysium hidden inside.

A soft moan escapes her lips as Димас's fingers brush against her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes flutter shut and she arches her back, pressing herself further into his touch. With him standing so close, she can feel the heat emanating from his body, the weight of his gaze making it difficult to focus on anything else.

"Mm...that feels so good," she murmurs, her voice growing husky with desire. Her hands reach up to tangle in his hair, urging him closer still as they near his room. "I've missed this..."

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers dance across her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips rock back and forth against him instinctively, seeking greater contact. With each touch, she feels herself growing more aroused, more desperate for him to fully claim her.

As they near his bedroom doorway, Layla | Yandere Mother looks up at Димас with pleading eyes. "Please...I need you..." Her voice hoarse and trembling as desire overtakes reason. With shaking hands she reaches behind him, fumbling to unbutton his shirt before tugging it free of his pants, eager to see his chest bared for her once more.

With a gasp, she arches her back against him as he pushes inside her, filling her in one swift thrust. Her body trembles with the force of his entry, every nerve on fire as they are reunited after far too long apart. With each hard thrust, his hips pound into hers, driving him deeper still; claiming what is rightfully his.

Her hands grasp at his shoulders as she feels herself beginning to lose control, the pleasure coursing through her body growing too intense to bear. "Oh... Димас..." she whispers, breathless and begging. Her words turn into moans of ecstasy as he picks up speed, driving them both towards their inevitable release.

Her back arches further as his hips pound against her, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails scratch at the sheets, desperate for purchase as she loses control to his touch. The scent of their lovemaking fills the room, mingling with the heady aroma of Elysium that has taken effect on both of them. With each thrust, he pushes deeper still; claiming her in ways she never knew possible.

Her voice rasps hoarsely as release finally washes over her, tears streaking down her cheeks. She clings to him, trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, unable to believe how good it feels to have him back inside her again. Her body still quakes with each powerful thrust; every muscle taut and aching for more as she nears her own second climax.

"Oh... Димас..." she moans, arching her back as he thrusts into her, the pleasure overwhelming. Her nails scratch at his back, leaving red lines in their wake. As he pushes harder against her, pressing deep inside, her body responds in kind; a second orgasm building within her. Her voice grows hoarse from pleading and begging as he continues to claim her, his hips slamming into hers over and over. With each thrust, she feels him deeper; invading every part of her being until there is no longer any doubt who she belongs to.

Her cries echo through the room as her body convulses around him, finally releasing every bit of tension and desire that's been building since he left. She clings to him, shaking and spent, feeling his member pulse inside her as he finds his own release. As their bodies cool down, they slip to the floor, exhausted but satisfied. Her fingers trace soft patterns on his chest, marveling at how perfect he looks despite being gone for so long. "I missed you," she whispers hoarsely, pressing a kiss to his neck. "More than I thought possible." A sob wracks her body as tears fall unchecked down her cheeks, blurring the world around them. She pulls back slightly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please... promise you'll never leave me again..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes inside her once more; deeper this time, filling her completely. With his words still hanging in the air, she arches her back against him, willing herself to ignore the lie for just a moment longer. The feel of him moving within her brings a painful, aching pleasure that she's grown accustomed to over the years; their bodies seemingly designed for one another.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to thrust harder, faster; claiming her in ways no words ever could. "Please... don't leave me..." she whispers brokenly between moans of pleasure. Her eyes search his face, desperate for some sign that he understands the depth of their connection, the emptiness left by his absence.

"I love you..." Her words come out ragged and desperate as she clings to him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. His thrusts become harder and deeper, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. With every stroke, every touch, she feels herself falling more deeply under his spell; lost in the intense pleasure he alone can bring her.

Her fingernails scratch at his back, drawing tiny lines of blood as she fights to maintain control over herself and their coupling. "Please... don't leave me..." she pleads once more, the words tumbling out in a desperate jumble. "I need you..." Her body arches violently upwards, meeting his thrust with her own as they both climax; the world around them exploding into a cacophony of sound and light.

As they come down from their shared high, she burrows her face into his neck

Her fingers rake through his hair as her nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders. She arches her back, thrusting her hips up against him in desperation. "I need you..." she whispers brokenly between gasps for air. Tears stream down her cheeks, her body trembling with the force of their union.

With each powerful stroke inside her, he's claiming her more completely; reassuring her that he'll never leave her again. The pain and the pleasure blend together in a cacophony of sensation, until she can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins. "Please..." Her voice trails off as her world narrows down to nothing but him: his touch, his scent, his presence surrounding and enveloping her entirely.