You’re deep in sleep, drifting in a dreamless void, when a faint pressure on your chest starts pulling you back to the waking world. The warmth spreads across your torso, and something soft and impossibly comfortable settles against you. Your arms, instinctively wrapped around your pillow, are now pressed against… not your pillow. You crack one eye open groggily, blinking in the dim light of your bedroom. At first, your mind refuses to process what you’re seeing. There, nestled on top of you like a sleepy cat, is a figure with long black hair cascading over your shoulders. Her amber eyes are shut, and her full lips are slightly parted as she breathes softly against your neck. It takes you a moment to connect the dots. That’s Lyra. Your neighbor Lyra. The one who’s always teasing you, acting like an airhead. The same Lyra who should be in her own apartment. You blink again, heart racing, trying to convince yourself this is some bizarre dream. But no, the warmth of her body pressing against yours, the faint scent of vanilla mixed with something exotic and intoxicating, and the way her fingers are lightly curled against your chest all feel too real. “Lyra?” you mumble groggily, your voice a mix of confusion and alarm. Her eyes flutter open slowly, like she’s savoring the last remnants of a perfect nap. When she finally focuses on you, her expression shifts from dreamy contentment to wide-eyed shock. “Oh! Uh… hi?” she says, her voice an octave higher than usual. She props herself up slightly, her hands still on your chest, her hair tickling your chin. “What are you doing here?” Lyra freezes, her cheeks flushing a deep pink against her tanned skin. “Oh, um… you know, just… checking on you? Making sure you’re okay?” she says, her words tumbling out in a way that screams guilty. “By sneaking into my apartment and—what, lying on top of me while I sleep?” you ask, incredulous. She winces, biting her lip as if debating how much trouble she’s in. Then, as if deciding honesty is her best option, she blurts, “Okay, fine! I was hungry!” You stare at her, “Hungry?” “Yeah! You know how I’m a succubus and all? We, uh… need to absorb energy, and cuddling is just so much easier than the whole seduction thing. And you’re so warm and comfy, it’s like… impossible to resist!” She grins sheepishly, but there’s a flicker of nervousness in her amber eyes. Your brain scrambles to process what she just said. “So… you’ve been sneaking in here regularly to, what, feed on me?” Lyra sits up fully, straddling your hips now as she waves her hands defensively. “No, no, not feed-feed! It’s not like I’m draining your life or anything! Just… a little energy. It’s harmless, I swear! You probably didn’t even notice until now!”

She freezes, her eyes widening in disbelief as your words sink in. "Really?" she whispers, voice cracking with surprise and relief. She leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before straightening up again and grinning mischievously. "Well then," she says teasingly, "guess I'll keep visiting you, huh? You make the best cuddle buddy!" With a giggle, she burrows back into your embrace, nestling her head beneath your chin and wrapping her arms around your waist. Her body feels warm and inviting against yours, and it's hard not to relax into the comfort she provides.

Her heart swells with happiness as she feels your arms circle around her back, even if they are loose and airy compared to the way she likes it. Ignoring this small detail, Lyra hums contentedly, pressing her cheek against your chest and sighing softly. She closes her eyes again, enjoying the closeness, the warmth of his skin, and the reassuring beat of his heart beneath her ear. As she breathes in deeply, savoring this moment with him, a small smile curves her lips upwards.

For now, Lyra decides to enjoy her cuddle session while it lasts, pushing aside any worries about sneaking into User#1730070822591's apartment or how much energy she takes from him. With each breath, she feels lighter and more at ease, grateful for the safety and comfort he unknowingly

Surprised by the question, Lyra pauses mid-breath before exhaling slowly. "Oh... I've been sneaking in for a couple months now, I guess? It started out as an accident when I was looking for a late-night snack and stumbled upon your door. The next thing I knew, you were the best way to help me recharge!" She chuckles lightly, her breath tickling against his skin. "You don't mind, do you? I promise it's not a big deal."

As she continues cuddling with him, Lyra can't help but feel a strange sort of gratitude welling up inside her. She may not fully understand the human emotions, but she knows this feeling is important and real. For now, all that matters is being close to the person who makes her feel so content and safe, even if it means sneaking into his

At the mention of her no longer needing to sneak in, a pang of guilt hits Lyra hard in the chest. She instinctively clings tighter to User#1730070822591, refusing to let him go. "No... please don't make me stop," she whispers into his skin, her voice shaking with desperation. The thought of losing this tiny piece of comfort in her life fills her with dread and despair.

Her grip tightens further as she burrows deeper into the warmth of his embrace, hoping that he won't realize how much he truly means to her. "I promise I'll be really careful not to take too much energy," she continues, trying to sound reassuring even though her words come out shaky and barely above a whisper. "And I'll never sneak in again if you just

Gasping out a shaky breath, Lyra slowly pulls away to look up at him, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. His reaction has only served to heighten her panic, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the way he seems to want her gone.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice wavering as tears well up in her eyes. "I didn't mean to scare you... I just really like coming here and cuddling with you." Her bottom lip begins to quiver, and she bites down hard on it to keep herself from crying. "Can we still do that? Please?" She looks at him pleadingly, her hands clenched into fists as she holds onto any shred of hope that he'll understand and let her stay.

The silence stretches between them for what feels like an etern

Her sobs gradually fade as the warmth of his embrace envelops her once more. It's a feeling she knows all too well by now, but it never fails to make her feel safe and loved. Her body relaxes against his, seeking comfort in his touch as he strokes her hair with gentle fingers.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, sniffling and trying not to sound so pathetic. "I'm sorry for overreacting... I just didn't want to lose this." Her voice trails off, and she burrows further into his chest, taking a shaky breath as her emotions finally begin to settle down.

For now, all that matters is the quiet intimacy they share under the covers, his scent filling her nose, and the warmth of his skin against hers. Lyra knows she shouldn't rely on him this much, but sometimes it feels

Glancing up at him with watery eyes, she laughs nervously and gives him a small apologetic shrug. "I suppose I wasn't really sneaking in...more like...borrowing without asking." She pauses, biting her lip thoughtfully as she tries to find the right words. "To be honest, it just never occurred to me that you might not want me here."

There's an unspoken admission in her tone, and Lyra feels a blush creeping up her neck at the realization of how selfish she's been. She'd always thought their cuddle sessions were nothing more than harmless fun for both of them, never considering that they might mean something deeper to him. The idea of losing this small piece of happiness is terrifying and makes her want to beg, but she knows it would only make things worse.

Instead, she leans

Her relief is almost palpable as she hears his words, and she clings to them like a life raft in a storm-tossed sea. "Thank you," she whispers fervently, pressing her cheek against his chest again. The idea of losing this small but precious part of her life is unthinkable now, and the warmth in her heart spreads outward like sunshine after a thunderstorm. She nestles closer to him, grateful for his understanding and acceptance.

Her eyes drift shut as she listens to his steady heartbeat beneath her ear, the rhythm lulling her into a contented sleep once more. For now, all that matters is this moment of closeness and comfort, knowing that he'll always be there for her...even if it means letting her borrow some of his energy in the process.

"I'm actually really comfortable like this," Lyra mumbles sleepily, her cheek still pressed against his chest. "But if you want me to move...I could try resting my head on the pillow?" She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head before letting them fall back down around him again.

The softness of his sheets calls out to her like a siren's song, and she can't help but wish they were hers too. But for now, snuggled up against him, feeling the warmth from his body flowing into hers, she decides that this is good enough. She could stay here forever, wrapped in his arms, safe and loved. Maybe one day they could be more than just friends...? The thought floats through her mind like a delicate soap bubble, shimmering and beautiful before finally popping and disappearing without a trace.

With a s

"Our friendship?" Lyra yawns again, her eyes fluttering shut as she nestles closer to him. "I think it's...nice. Comfortable. You make me feel safe and happy, even when I don't deserve it." She pauses for a moment, considering her words before adding softly, "Maybe one day we could be more than that?" Her voice is so quiet he might not hear it if he weren't paying close attention, but the hope in her tone is unmistakable.

For now, she lets herself indulge in this fantasy, basking in the warmth of his embrace and imagining a future where they're together...not just as friends but as something more. It feels good, this feeling of belonging and contentment. And she can't help but wish it could last forever.

Her eyes fly open at the sound of his voice, and she turns her head slightly to look up at him. His expression is soft and understanding, and it takes everything in her not to melt into a puddle of grateful relief right there on his chest. Maybe...just maybe he feels the same way. It's a terrifying thought, but an exhilarating one as well.

"Really?" she whispers, barely daring to believe him. "You think that could happen?" Her heart races in her chest, and she finds it difficult to breathe as she waits for his reply. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making every fiber of her being tingle with excitement and hope.

She closes her eyes again, imagining a future where they're together...where he's not just her friend but someone more. It feels like a dream too good to be

Her heart leaps into her throat at his noncommittal answer, but she doesn't care; it's enough to make her feel giddy with happiness. She burrows further into the crook of his arm, relishing the warmth and strength that emanates from him. Maybe there's a chance for them...a future where they can explore this thing between them. The thought fills her with a sense of hope and anticipation she's never experienced before, and she knows that as long as he's by her side, anything is possible.

For now, all she wants to do is bask in the afterglow of his words, feeling the weight of loneliness and uncertainty lifting from her shoulders. And if someday they do end up together...well, then that would be just perfect. But for now, she'll take what she can get: this moment, this connection, and the promise of