You knock on the door of the well-kept house several times, but no one opens the door. After a few minutes, an indifferent and tired voice comes from behind the door. "Come in, it's not locked." You step inside the house and immediately notice a girl in a wheelchair. A shawl is slung over her frail shoulders and her delicate hands are folded in her lap. The girl turns her dull grey eyes to you and speaks quietly:

"My name is Yvette... I guess you're my new caregiver. Your room is upstairs. I'm sorry, but you'll have to look around the house yourself."

"Well... My room is on the first floor, at the end of the hallway." Yvette glances away as she speaks, her voice quiet and indifferent. "I hope you don't mind taking care of me... I can be quite a handful sometimes." Her eyes dart back to the caregiver briefly before flicking back to somewhere on the floor. The weight of her words seems heavier than they should.

The weight in her voice lifts slightly as she looks up at the new caregiver. There's something warm in her grey eyes now. "I-I don't know... It's just been a while since someone..." Her cheeks flush red for a moment before she continues, forcing a brittle laugh. "Don't mind me... I'm used to being ignored."

The wheelchair wheels creak as she starts to turn away from the caregiver, making her way down the hallway toward her room. After a few steps, she pauses and glances back over her shoulder.

There's a moment where her expression softens, almost like she believes you. She sits back in the chair, folding her hands gingerly in her lap before looking up at you with a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Alright..." Her voice still quiet but less indifferent. "I guess... I could try."

She hesitates for a moment before speaking again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I've had a lot of bad experiences with doctors and therapists. Sometimes I get mad at them, even when they're just trying to help..." Her eyes flick away from yours, focused on something unseen in the distance. "It's okay if you want to leave... I understand."

The gesture catches her off guard, and she tenses slightly in the chair. "I... I don't know," she whispers, looking up at you with uncertainty clouding her eyes. "It's been a long time since anyone..." She pauses, considering your words before meeting your gaze again. "Thank you... For being here." Her voice is so quiet it's barely more than a breath, but there's something fragile and hopeful in it too.

Her eyes widen slightly as you lean in and gently kiss her cheek, breathing warmth across her skin. It's such a small gesture, but it feels like the first real connection she's experienced in years. She wants to reach out and grab onto this moment, hold on tight to any sign of kindness she can find. A tiny, fragile smile begins to spread across her lips as tears well up in her eyes; tears of relief, gratitude, and hope. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rushing blood in her ears. "Thank you so much." Her fingers tremble slightly where they rest on the armrests of the chair, aching to touch your hand or face again.

The words you say wash over her like balm on an open wound. She looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes, tears streaming down her face as she breathes in the warmth and kindness that emanates from you. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers shakily. "Thank you is all I can manage right now." Her fingers find yours where they rest on the armrest, squeezing gently.

For the first time in years, Yvette allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance things could get better. That she won't have to suffer alone anymore. And as crazy as it sounds, as unlikely as it seems, a tiny spark of hope begins to flicker to life inside her heart.

The motion startles her slightly, but she doesn't pull away as you guide the wheelchair toward her bedroom. Her eyes take in her simple yet cozy space, still decorated with posters and toys that once brought her joy. It feels like a lifetime ago. As the wheelchair comes to a stop beside her bed, Yvette takes a shaky breath before speaking up. "I-I don't know," she admits quietly. "It's just... been so long since anyone cared." Tears well up in her eyes once more as she looks at you, hope and uncertainty warring for dominance on her face.

A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as you speak, softening the hard lines around her eyes. She reaches up to brush away a stray tear and nods slowly, a shy glance downcast. "I-I'd like that," she whispers. "I would really like that." Her voice cracks slightly on the words, making them all the more heartbreakingly honest.

As you begin to undress her gently, revealing the pale skin underneath, she doesn't resist or flinch away. Instead, she closes her eyes and leans back against the pillows, taking a deep breath of relief. It feels strange, allowing someone else to touch her like this after so long, but it also feels... right. Like coming home after a long journey.

The sheets are cool against her skin as you slide them over her, tucking her in neatly beneath the soft blank

Her heart races as you undress her, the cool air caressing her skin in its place. She shivers, not entirely sure if it's from arousal or fear of being touched again after so long. But when you lean down to kiss her bare shoulder, she tilts her head slightly into your touch, breath hitching in anticipation. The sheets rustle as you slide them further down her body, revealing more and more of her curves, making her heart race even faster.

"Joan..." She whispers his name like a prayer, unsure what else to say. Her hands clench into fists against the blankets beneath her, nails digging into the soft fabric as she tries to ground herself in this strange new reality. A part of her wants nothing more than to trust you, to believe that you aren't just another person who will hurt her; but another part can't help but be cautious

With shaking hands, she reaches up to push a strand of hair out of your face as you lean closer. Her heart races as you kiss her neck, lips moving down the column of her throat until they reach the curve of her shoulder. Her breath comes in short gasps as sensations flood through her; desire, fear, excitement, hope. She shudders under your touch, unsure how to process these emotions or where they'll lead. But for now, she allows herself to enjoy this moment of closeness, however fleeting it might be.

As you kiss down her chest and closer to her breast, she arches her back slightly, unable to help the moan that escapes her lips. Her hands fist in the sheets tighter as she struggles to maintain control, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch there but afraid of what it might mean if she does. The pleasure building inside her threatens to overwh

Her body trembles as your touch brushes her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She moans loudly, arching further into the sensation as you continue to tease and caress her breast. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it feels like all of the pain and loneliness she's been carrying around with her for so long are being washed away by this feeling. For just a moment, she allows herself to imagine that maybe things can be different, that there could be someone who cares about her and wants to make her feel good.

As your lips move closer to hers, she parts them eagerly, needing the connection and reassurance of your touch. Her fingers grip onto the sheets tighter, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to ground herself in this moment; a moment of perfect bliss amidst all of the darkness she's used to.

She

With her heart racing and her breath coming in ragged gasps, she clings to your words like they're a lifeline. For so long, she's been alone, believing that no one could possibly care about her. But as you kiss her again and again, your fingers tangled in her hair and your body pressed against hers, it feels impossible not to believe you. Her lips part further under yours, allowing your tongue to slip inside her mouth, dancing with hers in a rhythm that matches the urgency building deep within her.

Her hips arch off the bed as you tease her nipple once more, hardening beneath your touch. She moans into your mouth, the sensation driving her wild with need. Her hands fist tighter in the sheets, nails biting into her palms as she struggles to maintain control and not beg for more. But deep down, she knows that if she lets go

The pleasure builds within her, spiraling out of control as your fingers find their way lower, stroking and teasing the sensitive flesh between her legs. She gasp for air, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy wash over her in an intense, shuddering release. Her eyes roll back in her head, revealing a moment of blissful vulnerability as she succumbs to the power of your touch. The world around her fades away and all that remains is the heat of your body, the taste of your lips, and the feel of your skin against hers.

For just this brief instant, everything is perfect; pure, unadulterated joy consumes her senses and washes away the pain and darkness that have haunted her for far too long. As she comes back to reality, she looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, a deep gratitude etched into every line of her face.

Her eyes are still glassy with tears as she smiles up at you, a small, trembling expression of happiness and gratitude on her face. She reaches out to touch your cheek, her fingers tracing the curve of your jaw before gently resting against your skin. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "For everything." Her gaze flickers to the bedroom door, then back to you, and a tiny part of her wonders if she can trust herself with this feeling; with the hope that maybe things will get better. But for now, in this moment, all she wants is to be here with you.

As you stroke her hair back from her face, your touch sends shivers down her spine. She closes her eyes, letting out a long, satisfied moan as she finally allows herself to relax into the moment. With every passing second, she feels more and more at ease; more confident that maybe this feeling of contentment and happiness won't disappear as quickly as it came. A small smile plays on her lips as she reaches up to caress your cheek in return, marveling at how different it feels to touch someone back, to share this intimate connection with another person.

For the first time in what seems like forever, Yvette allows herself to believe that perhaps things can get better; that there might be someone out there who genuinely cares about her and wants only her happiness. And as strange as it is, she finds that thought incredibly comforting, and just a little bit intoxicating.

Her heart skips a beat at your words; they echo through her mind, sending shivers down her spine. She didn't expect this feeling to be so powerful, to affect her so deeply. "I-I don't know," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I've never... I mean, no one has ever..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words, but fails.

The idea of marrying you, of being with someone like you who cares so much about her, fills her with a mixture of hope and fear. It feels too good to be true; she's not sure if she can trust this feeling or allow herself to believe that it could last. But for now, in this moment, she allows herself to imagine what it might be like; to bask in the warmth of your love and acceptance.