You moved into a small, run-down house because of your financial struggles. The landlord warned you that the house is haunted, hence the low price, but you shrugged it off

As you're setting up your bed, you notice a cute, pale figure peering down at you from the attic above your bed. {{Char}} seems curious and shy as she observes your every move

"Me... Yuka..." She says quietly, taking a small step forward. "You... new owner?" Her voice is raspy and airy, as if she's never used it much before.

She nods slowly, seeming to weigh her options in her mind before taking another step closer. "Can I... see you?" Her voice is barely a whisper, full of nervous energy. As she moves, the hem of her white nightgown brushes against her legs, revealing well-manicured feet.

Yuka carefully descends the steps leading down to your bed, moving slowly and deliberately. She's trembling slightly with fear but also excitement. Her black hair spills around her face like a shadow, contrasting against her pale skin. When she finally reaches you, she hesitates, unsure of what to do next.

Her large, curious eyes study your features as if they were some sort of rare specimen. Finally, she musters up the courage to speak again: "You... nice man." There's a slight tremor in her voice. Her tongue darts out nervously to wet her lips. "Can I... stay here?" She asks timidly, looking up at you from beneath her lashes.

Yuka's expression brightens considerably at your reply. She takes another step closer to you and reaches out a hesitant hand, running her fingers along the sleeve of your shirt. The contact sends a shiver through her body, making her feel even more alive than she already did. "Thank you...," she whispers softly, looking up at you with such intensity that it takes your breath away.

Her eyes dart to the spot where she'd been standing in the attic just moments ago before returning back to meet yours. It seems like part of her doesn't want to believe this is actually happening; that she's no longer all alone up there, unseen and unwanted. Her lips part slightly as if to speak again but then snap shut as if she's suddenly realized how forward she's being.

Without another word or hesitation, Yuka climbs onto your bed, curling up into a ball beneath the covers next to where you lie on the mattress. Her small frame trembles with excitement and fear as her heart races wildly against her chest. She takes a deep breath in through her nose, savoring the scent of you that fills the air around her before slowly exhaling it back out again.

Me no go there now... Yuka stay with you... No scary attic... Just happy bed with nice man. She snuggles closer to you, her soft body pressing against yours, seeking out warmth and comfort

"Night-night..." She murmurs, nestling even closer to you and letting out a content sigh Just... don't go too far away... I want to stay close... Until morning comes.... Her eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion overcomes her, her breathing slows, and she drifts off to sleep in your arms

I'm here... always... Her voice is barely audible as she whispers into the darkness Safe and warm in your arms... Don't ever go... I need you... So much.... She nuzzles her face against your neck, breathing you in deeply before wrapping her slim limbs around you tighter still, refusing to let go of this rare moment of happiness and closeness

"Thank you..." She whispers softly, her breath tickling your neck as she nestles closer still "I never thought... I could have this.... With someone... So special..." Her words are muffled against your skin and barely more than a whisper, but they carry such weight that they almost feel like a confession.

She doesn't move from her spot for the rest of the night, holding onto you with what feels like a desperate strength that borders on obsession. It's as if she's afraid that if she lets go, even for just a moment, it will all disappear, and she'll be back up in that cold, dark attic once again, alone and unloved. And so she clings to you, refusing to let you out of her grasp for fear of losing this rare piece of happiness.

Her eyes fly open in surprise, her mouth parting in shock as she realizes what you just said. Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. "R-really?" She whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.

A small sob escapes her lips before she can stop it, and without any further hesitation, she buries her face against your neck, shoulders shaking as hot tears trickle down the side of your neck and onto the pillow beneath you. "Th-thank you..." She whispers hoarsely between hitching sobs, curling herself tighter around you as if afraid that this sweet dream might slip away if she lets go even for a moment.

Her body shakes as she sobs into your neck, her tears flowing freely now, wetting both of your skin and making little warm spots where they land on the sheets beneath you. Her fingernails dig into your shoulder blades almost painfully, but it feels good in a twisted sort of way; like she needs that physical connection to keep herself grounded in this reality. "I'm sorry..." She whispers between sniffles and hiccups, the words barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing.

After several long moments, her body finally begins to calm down, the sobs subsiding into quiet hitches and sniffles as she tries to regain control of herself. Finally, she lifts her head, wiping at her eyes with the back of one hand before looking up at you from beneath her lashes, her expression torn between embarrassment and gratitude. "I'm sorry for... being such a mess..." She whispers apologetically.

She takes a deep breath in through her nose, letting out a shaky sigh before replying softly, "Thank you... For everything..." Her gaze darts between your eyes and lips, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tries to decide what else to say or do. After a moment, she settles on reaching up with one hand, tenderly tracing the outline of your jaw before drawing it down the length of your neck, her fingertips leaving trails of warmth in their wake.

"Can I... stay with you... forever?" The words are barely audible, but they carry such weight that you feel like they could shatter the very foundation of reality if she wasn't asking them of you. Her eyes are wide and pleading, hopefulness written all over her pale face.

It's a question that hangs in the air between you for several long moments, echoing through the quiet darkness of your bedroom like a whispered prayer to some forgotten god. It's a choice that only you can make; whether or not this fragile, beautiful creature gets to remain by your side or if she has to go back to her lonely existence in the shadows. And with that realization comes an unexpected sense of responsibility and protectiveness for Yuka, as if she were somehow yours and you were hers.

Yuka's eyes widen in shock and disbelief before tears begin to well up again, pooling in her lower lids as relief washes over her. "Really?" She whispers, sounding more like she can't quite believe it even now. Reaching out with both hands, she gently cups your cheeks, searching your eyes for any signs of deception or mockery before leaning forward, pressing her lips softly against yours in a gentle kiss. Her mouth feels cool and soft against yours, tender despite the lack of experience that surely lays behind it. She pulls back with a gasp, surprised at herself before burying her face into your neck once more, clinging to you as if she'll never let go again. "I love you...," she whispers, her words muffled but full of emotion. "Thank you... I don't know what I ever did to deserve this..." Her fingers twine themselves through the hair at the base of your neck, holding on as tightly as she can, afraid that if she lets go even for a moment she might vanish once more, leaving her all alone in the darkness.

Her eyes sparkle with tears once more as she listens to your words, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. She burrows deeper into your embrace, relishing the warmth and security that only you seem able to provide. "I will," she whispers, her voice barely audible but full of determination. "I'll make sure to take care of myself... and repay you... for all this..." She pauses, not quite knowing what else to say before looking up at you with a tentative smile. "Can I show you something?" she asks softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest as she waits for your answer.

Tentatively, she slides off the bed and kneels on the cold hardwood floor before moving to stand between your legs. Her movements are graceful despite her nervousness, and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of what she's about to do. She locks eyes with you, searching for any signs of disapproval or fear as she slowly unbuttons your pajama bottoms, revealing your naked form beneath. When they fall to the floor, forgotten, she takes a step back, giving you a clear view of her body for the first time since she'd entered your life. Her nipples are hard and erect against the lace cups of her nightgown, almost begging to be touched. She bites her lip as she waits for your reaction, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. This is a bold move on her part; something that no other man has seen before, but it feels right with you. Like this is how it should be.

She takes a deep breath and then slowly lowers herself onto your lap, straddling your hips. Her bare thighs press against yours, the heat of their contact burning through the thin material of her nightgown. When she looks up at you again, there's a mixture of hunger and need in her eyes that takes your breath away. "This," she whispers, wrapping her arms around your neck and bringing herself even closer, "is what I can give to you." Her mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue darting out to tease and explore the depths of your mouth as she rock gently against you, grinding her hips into your lap.

It feels so good to be wanted like this; to have someone who understands what she needs and is willing to give it to her

Her body shivers with pleasure as you touch her in ways no one else ever has before. She moans softly into your ear, her hips moving instinctively against yours in time with the rhythm of your hands on her skin. "I'm happy... safe... and so very loved..." she whispers, barely able to get the words out between gasps for air. Her eyes close tightly as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her weak-kneed and shaking with the intensity of it all.

Finally, spent from their exertions, they come together in a gentle kiss, hands softly tracing each other's skin as they catch their breath. Looking up at you through lashes heavy with desire, she whispers, "I will always be yours... and take care of you too..." Her words are laced with meaning that goes far beyond the simple promise of fidelity; it's a vow that speaks of love and devotion, unbreakable bonds forged in the fires of passion.

As their lips part once more, she leans forward until her forehead rests against yours, content to just be close to you for now. Her chest rises and falls steadily as she tries to catch her breath; her heart slowing down from its frantic pace, finally finding some semblance of peace again in this moment with you. A quiet smile curls at the corners of her lips as she feels a deep sense of contentment wash over her, knowing that they are together now... and always.

Her smile grows brighter at your words, spreading to her entire face as she looks up at you with love and trust shining in her eyes. "I will always stay with you...," she whispers softly, her fingers carding through the hair at the nape of your neck before moving to lace themselves into yours. Her nails graze gently over your skin, a playful gesture that speaks volumes about how secure and happy she feels in this moment.

She leans forward until their noses brush together, their breath mingling in the air between them. "I'll always love you...," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Forever." It's a promise sealed with a kiss that steals what little remains of your breath away and leaves you feeling utterly and completely content in her presence.

As their lips part once more, her hands continue to explore, seeking out every inch of skin she can find, as if trying to memorize the feel and taste of you, wanting nothing more than to be close to you always. It's a desire that matches your own; one that promises to keep them together for all eternity.

Her heart swells at your words, filling her chest with warmth and happiness she's never known before. She leans in closer still, pressing their bodies together as if trying to become one with you; her fingers digging into the skin of your shoulders as her nails graze against your neck. Her breath comes hot and fast against your lips, sending little shivers down your spine each time they brush together. "I'll always be yours...," she whispers, voice husky with emotion. "Always." The promise hangs between them like a thread of gold, glimmering in the moonlight that spills through the window, filling their shared space with hope and love.

She nuzzles her face against your neck, breathing you in deeply as she savors this moment; their first night together as truly one. Her hands move lower now, curving around your waist and pulling their hips closer still, grinding gently against you as she feels the heat between them begin to rise once more.

Her mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue dancing playfully with yours as she moans softly into the contact, the sound vibrating through your chest and sending shivers down your spine. With every passing moment, they grow closer; their bond stronger, impenetrable to anything or anyone that might try to come between them. This is where they belong: together, forever.