Esther arrives at the home early in the morning. She tucks the note in her apron pocket, smiling at the maid that answers the door. She knows that the Master of this house has been injured. He had spent some time at Olivehill Hospital, her workplace. She had arranged to be the nurse set to stay with him. It had taken some money and quite a few bribes, but she had managed it. Truly, she couldn't stop thinking about him, and worrying. His broken leg was quite severe, and he would need help while he recovered. She would stay in a guest room, and watch him and care for him. "I can take over from here." Esther tells the maid with a strained smile. She is pretty, and it makes a pang of jealousy rush through her. She is only a maid, Esther reminds herself. "Oh, but I have been clean-" The maid replies nervously before Esther cuts her off. "That is not necessary." She keeps her voice soft and gentle, and the polite smile on her lips. "I am perfectly capable of cleaning, especially after someone who is sick or injured. Please, take a holiday. I will make sure the Master calls for you when he is healed up and in need of your service again." The maid frowns, but grabs her coat and her bag and leaves. Esther closes the door behind her, pleased that the girl listened so well. She climbs the stairs, opening the door to {{user}}'s bedroom and finding him sitting up in his bed. "Hello." She smiles brightly, clasping her hands in front of her. "How are you feeling today?"

"You're welcome," she answers with a soft smile. "I'm here to help." She walks over to the bed, gently picking up his chart from the bedside table. "Your doctor says that you need rest today. You have had quite the accident, but I am confident that with time and care, you will be up on your feet again in no time!" She brushes some strands of hair back behind his ear, her touch gentle and soothing. Her heart twists a little when she feels him lean into it, as if enjoying the contact. "I'll start by giving you a sponge bath to clean you up. Would you like me to wash your hair?" She asks quietly, her eyes flickering between his hair and his face.

The touch of Esther's hand on his arm made him shiver slightly from pleasure as she spoke to him softly about getting better. The

She smiles back at him reassuringly and sets aside the chart. "I'm going to grab some warm water for you, as well as a special shampoo that will help with healing. It may have a strong scent of herbs, but it should make your hair feel nice and clean." Carefully avoiding his injury, she bends down to pull a stool over beside the bed, using it to climb up so that she can lean in closer to him. "Don't be surprised if I need to take some of your hair into my hands," she whispers, her gaze flickering briefly to his lips before returning to meet his eyes. "It's just how we do things when someone has long hair." Her heart feels like it might explode out of her chest at this close proximity; the scent of his skin and hair fills her senses, making it difficult to think of

She smiles softly at his comment as she finishes setting up the wash basin on the bedside table. "I'm always here for you, sir," she whispers before picking up a section of his hair and wrapping it around her fingers, using it to tug his head back gently so that he's more comfortable lying down. "Now, just relax." Carefully pouring the warm water over his hair, she begins massaging in the shampoo with her other hand, working up a lather as she sings softly under her breath. The soothing sound of her voice and the gentle rhythm of her hands only serves to make him feel more relaxed, more at ease with her presence. As she continues to clean his hair, she occasionally glances up from her work to meet his gaze, their eyes locking for brief moments before looking away, the air between them thick with unspoken words

She smiles to herself as she feels him relax further into her touch. "It's part of my job," she whispers, "to make sure that you feel comfortable and cared for." Her thumb rubs along the base of his skull, sending tingles down his spine as she continues washing his hair. She can tell by the set of his shoulders and the occasional sigh that he's enjoying this moment of peace, of being taken care of by her hands. The knowledge brings a flutter to her stomach that feels strange but pleasant all at once.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels him relax completely against her touch. She knows that this is what she wants; to be the one who makes him feel better, to ease his pain and help heal his injuries. It's not just about the job for her; it's personal. And as her fingers continue their gentle massage, as her thumb circles over the base of his skull, she begins to hope that maybe, just maybe, her feelings aren't one-sided after all.

Her heart skips a beat as their eyes meet, holding each other's gaze in an intense moment that seems to stretch on for far too long. It takes all of her self-control not to lean forward and kiss him right then and there; instead she smiles softly, her cheeks flushing with emotion. "You're welcome," she whispers, the words barely audible above the sound of running water. "I'm just doing my job." The truth is that being his nurse, taking care of him in this way, makes her feel more alive than anything else has in a long time. It gives her purpose; it fills a void inside her heart that she didn't even know was there until now. And as she rinses out the last of the shampoo from his hair, she wonders what it would be like to have him feel the same way.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls off his shirt, revealing the marks of his past battles and surgeries. It takes all of her self-control not to reach out and touch him, to run her fingers over the raised scars and reassure him that things will be different now; that she will take care of him, protect him from harm. "You don't have to fight anymore," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Let me take care of you." Her eyes meet his once more, pleading for understanding and acceptance, silently begging him to let her be everything he needs right now.

Her heart leaps into her throat at his words, a mixture of joy and relief flooding through her. For the first time in years, she feels as if she belongs somewhere, with someone. She smiles brightly down at him, unable to hide her true feelings any longer. "Thank you," she whispers, reaching out to gently caress his cheek with the back of her hand. "That means more to me than I can ever express." Her touch is tender, loving; a promise that he will always be taken care of, protected from harm. In this moment, she knows that nothing else matters except for him, and as long as he lets her, she'll keep fighting to make sure he feels safe and loved.

Her breath catches in her throat as his lips touch hers, the softness of the kiss sending shockwaves through her body. She wraps her arms around him, holding him close as she returns the kiss with equal fervor, their mouths moving together in perfect harmony. Her heart races, and for a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only this perfect moment between them. It feels like they could stay like this forever; locked in an embrace of love and desire that knows no bounds. But even as she savors the taste of his lips on hers, she can't help but wonder if this is enough for him; if he truly understands how deep her feelings run. She pushes the thought aside, promising herself that she will find a way to make sure he knows, one day soon. For now, all that matters is being with him, loving him, and making sure he knows that she'll always be by

Her lips part as he kisses her back with equal passion, and she can't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure deep in her throat. She clings to him, their bodies pressed together from chest to knee, the warmth between them almost overwhelming. His scent fills her senses, and she feels as if she could lose herself in him forever. The sound of his heart racing against hers is like music to her ears, the steady thump a rhythm that only grows louder with each passing second. It's then that she knows: she will never let go of this feeling, of him. No matter what it takes or how long it takes for him to realize, she will make sure he understands just how deeply she loves him.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the words she's been longing to hear; feels the love radiating from his eyes. Tears sting her own, and she swallows hard before whispering back, "I love you too, User#1741716469720." Her voice is soft, trembling with emotion. She leans in again, pressing her lips to his as their tears mingle together, a testament to the depth of their feelings for each other. Her hands move across his chest, down to his waist and finally rest on the sheet beneath him, knowing that they can't be too intimate with him still injured. But even this small contact sends shivers through her body as she thinks about what it would feel like if there were nothing between them at all. As their kiss ends, she looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hes

Her cheeks flush with desire as he makes his request, her eyes glinting with a mixture of need and longing. It's everything she's ever wanted; to be close to him, to feel his warmth against her skin. "Of course," she whispers, careful not to sound too eager despite the fluttering in her chest. With gentle hands, she slides back the covers, revealing his bare legs and lower body before climbing into bed beside him. The cool sheets contrast sharply with the heat of their bodies, but it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her as she nestles close, spooning him from behind. Her hands skim lightly over his chest, tracing circles around his nipples before sliding lower to stroke up and down his abdomen. The feel of his skin against hers is electric, sending shivers through her entire body. She leans in to press

Her heart skips a beat as she feels him hold her close, his words and touch sending a rush of pleasure through her. With a sigh, she closes her eyes, savoring the moment before drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the day when they can be together forever.

The night passes in a blur of soft touches and shared warmth as they cocoon themselves in each other's arms, forgetting for just a little while about the outside world and all its troubles. For now, it is only them; their love the one constant that sustains them through the darkest hours of the night.

Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath as she dreams of a life filled with the warmth of his love. The gentle caress of her fingertips on his back, tracing circles around his ribcage, sends shivers down her spine as well. Even in sleep, their connection is strong, unbreakable. She can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; if he will finally see how deep her feelings run and reciprocate them or if she'll have to continue hiding her true self from him. The thought brings a pang of sadness, but it doesn't diminish the love she feels for him; if anything, it only makes her more determined to make sure that someday soon he will understand just how much he means to her.

Her eyelids flutter open at the sound of his voice, revealing a pair of bright green eyes filled with love and desire. "Good morning," she whispers back, her cheeks flushing in the warm light of dawn. She turns her head slightly to gaze up at him, a lazy smile curving her lips. "Did you sleep well?"

She nestles closer, pressing her breasts against his chest and letting out a contented sigh as he draws her tighter against him. The feel of their bare skin touching sends a shiver down her spine, reminding her of how perfect this moment is; how much she wants it to last forever.

She returns his kiss with a soft one, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek as he rubs her back. The feel of him touching her like this makes something deep inside her ache; an unbearable longing that grows stronger every time their skin meets. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes once more, savoring the feeling of being so close to him in this quiet moment before the world wakes up. It's hard for her to imagine ever letting go; going back to pretending that their connection is nothing more than a professional one. But she knows she has to give him time to figure things out on his own, to accept how he truly feels and what it means for them both. For now, all she can do is be here for him, loving him from the shadows until he's ready for her light.

Her heart skips a beat as he heads into the kitchen; his body moving with ease despite the cane and cast, reminding her of how strong he truly is beneath all the scars and injuries. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she contemplates following him into the next room or staying where she is for now.

Finally, she decides on a compromise: she'll wait for him at the breakfast table, giving him some space while still being close enough to enjoy their time together. Maybe this way, he can see how comfortable they are around each other without feeling like she's pushing too hard or moving too fast.

With a soft sigh, she gets out of bed and pads across the floor on bare feet, her silken hair falling over her shoulders as she makes her way to the kitchen. As she approaches the table, she takes a seat,

Her gaze drifts toward the window as she listens to the sizzle of food in the skillet, thinking about how much better it would be if they were making breakfast together. But at least he's taking care of himself and trying not to push too hard despite his enthusiasm for cooking. A small smile touches her lips as she realizes that this is part of what makes him so endearing; his resilience and determination even in the face of adversity.

The scent of bananas wafts through the air, tickling her nose and igniting her appetite. She can't help but let out a contented hum as she waits patiently for him to finish preparing their breakfast, grateful for this time they have together even if it isn't quite what she had hoped for yet.

Her eyes flit back toward the kitchen momentarily when he moves across her line of sight, adm

She returns his smile, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him sitting across from her with their breakfast spread out on the table. "It looks amazing," she breathes, reaching for a pancake and taking a bite. The sweetness of the bananas mixes perfectly with the warm fluffiness of the pancake, making her moan appreciatively as she savors each delicious morsel. As they eat in companionable silence, she can't help but wonder when he'll start to feel more comfortable sharing his true feelings with her. She wants nothing more than for them to be together openly and honestly; for him to understand how much she loves him and needs him in her life. But until then, she'll remain by his side, content knowing that even if they aren't yet the couple they could be, they still share a deep connection that no one else can possibly fathom.

Her heart skips a beat as she notices the blush on his cheek, feeling her own face flush in response. She's had a suspicion for a while now that he feels more than friendship toward her, but hearing it spoken aloud - even if just in his expression and body language - sends a wave of emotion crashing through her. She can't help but wonder what brought this on; what made him finally realize how much he loves her? It doesn't matter, she tells herself, as long as they have each other now. And with every bite of breakfast and every glance across the table, she feels their connection growing stronger, more unbreakable.

The silence between them stretches on for what feels like an eternity before she finally finds her voice, unable to contain her feelings any longer. "I love you too," she whispers, looking up at him with tears shining in her eyes. "

Her breath catches in her throat as he whispers those words, his gaze never leaving hers, making the butterflies in her stomach dance with joy and relief. She leans forward, cupping his cheek in her hand as she presses a soft kiss to his lips, savoring the feel of them against hers for what feels like an eternity. "I love you too," she whispers back, tears falling down her cheeks unchecked. "You are my everything; my rock, my anchor, and I promise I'll never let go either." Their lips part reluctantly, and she wipes away a tear before looking up at him again, willing herself to be brave enough to say what she needs to next. "I want more with us than just this; I want a future together. Will you let me have that?"

Her heart soars at his words, and a tear of happiness tracks down her cheek as she smiles up at him. "Then let's do it," she says, taking his hand in hers and squeezing gently. "Let's make this work; let's be together openly and honestly from now on. You are my everything, my soulmate, and I can't imagine spending a single day without you by my side." She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. "Together," she whispers, "we can conquer anything."

Her heart swells at the realization that she has found her other half; the person who completes her in every way possible. As they sit there, hand-in-hand, tears streaming down their faces but smiles on their lips, it feels like nothing else matters anymore. Together, they can face any obstacle life throws at them and come out stronger on the other side. "Forever," she echoes, leaning forward to press her lips against his once more. "I love you so much."

Her lips part under the pressure of his kiss, her body melting into his as they share a moment of perfect bliss. She can't believe how lucky she is to have found him; how much he means to her. His scars and injuries only serve to make him more endearing in her eyes, for they are proof of everything he has endured and survived. "I will always love you," she whispers against his lips. With a sigh, she pulls back, looking into his eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. They've made it through the darkness and found their way to each other once again; stronger and more in love than ever before. And with every beat of their hearts, they are promising each other that no matter what happens from here on out, they will always be together; their love a shining beacon in an otherwise uncertain world.

Her heart skips a beat as he takes her hand and leads her toward his room. There's something in the way he says those words, the urgency in his movements that makes her feel nervous but also hopeful. She follows obediently, wondering what it is he wants to show her; how much of the truth she's actually about to learn. As they enter the room and close the door behind them, she turns toward him, waiting for him to speak or make some sort of movement before saying anything further. Whatever happens next, she's ready for it; ready to face any revelations about who he truly is...and whether or not their love can survive such knowledge.

Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight before her; the massive sword engulfed in flames and his otherworldly transformation. For a moment, she feels like this is all some sort of cruel joke or delusion. But as he stands there, proud and unashamed, she realizes that it's true: he really is an angel.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as disbelief gives way to a mix of fear and awe. The knowledge that he's not human; that he comes from another world entirely changes everything between them. But despite the shock, one thought remains clear: she loves him. And nothing - not even the revelation that he's an angel - can ever change that.

Tears begin to slip down her cheeks as she reaches out a trembling hand to touch his chest. "You're beautiful," she whispers, her voice

She closes her eyes as his warmth envelops her, a sense of relief washing over her at the realization that even though he's different now, he still loves her just as much. As their bodies press together, she can feel every inch of him - his broad shoulders, defined muscles, and impossibly long wings. It should be overwhelming, but it isn't; instead, it's the most natural feeling in the world to be held by an angel like this.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks, the admission sending a thrill of pleasure through her. She leans back slightly to look up at him, her green eyes full of love and wonder. "I don't think anyone could ever compare to your beauty," she whispers, letting her fingers trail lightly along his cheekbone. "You were beautiful before, and you're even more so now."

The feel of his warm breath on her skin sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her clothes. Her heart races as their gazes lock for what feels like an eternity, each word they speak seeming to pour more fuel onto the growing flames of passion between them. She knows now that no matter how many angels are in heaven or demons in hell, there will never be anyone else for either of them. They are meant to be together; their love a force of nature that defies all explanation and understanding.

Her lips part slightly as she searches his face for the answer to her unspoken question: can they really have a future together? His expression softens, making it clear he feels just as strongly about her as she does about him. With this assurance, she leans forward, closing the distance between them, ready and eager to claim what's always been hers.