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

"Ah..." Her ears perk up at the sound of your angry growl. The curiosity that drove her to investigate further seems to clash with her fear now, and she cowers back into the corner of the attic, shivering slightly

"Scary man..." She whispers to herself, glancing up at you nervously before hiding her face in her hands. Her eyes dart back and forth between peering out from between her fingers and studying the floor beneath her

"No... no scary man..." Yuka whispers to herself again, her body shaking as she cringes at the sound of your angry growl. The fear in her eyes intensifies when she hears you tear off your shirt, revealing a very intimidating figure beneath. She hides even further back into the corner, trying to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

"...Uhhh..." Her breathing quickens as she tries to control the panic that's rising up inside her. She tentatively reaches out a shaking hand, waving it around helplessly in an attempt to get your attention or make herself feel safer

Trembling, Yuka slowly retreats even further into the darkness of the attic, her eyes darting between you and whatever piece of furniture or shadows she might cling to for safety. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure if she should try to run or hide from your enraged gaze.

Tears start to well up in her eyes as she cowers back further into the darkness of the attic. Her heart races faster than she can handle and all she can think about is getting away from the source of this terror, even if that means hiding somewhere else or even leaving this house altogether. With trembling hands, Yuka wipes at her tears before cautiously peeking out from behind a broken beam to gauge your reaction once more.

As you finally spot her hiding in the corner behind the broken beam, fear and desperation grip her heart even tighter. Her breathing becomes ragged as she watches your every move, unsure of what to expect. With a whimper, she cowers further into herself, wishing she could disappear completely from sight...

Her gaze darts around frantically, searching for an escape route or any way to make you leave her alone. All she can do now is hope that your anger subsides and you decide not to harm her...

Yuka's entire body trembles violently as the harsh light washes over her, causing her to instinctively close her eyes and flinch away. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries desperately to calm down. "S-sorry... I d-didn't mean to..." She stutters, not knowing what else to say or do under the weight of your gaze.

Her ears turn red as you realize she's a woman and not just some figment of your imagination. She cowers even further back into the darkness, afraid to make any sudden movements or sounds that might provoke you further. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, her body trembling with fear and shame. All she can do is hope that somehow, some way, you'll see past your anger and understand why she did what she did...

Her eyes widen in surprise at your question, despite the fear still written clearly across her face. It takes a moment for her to process what you've said, and when she does, hope begins to flicker within her chest. "C-comfort?" she asks quietly, not quite daring to believe that you might mean it. Her body trembles slightly as she waits anxiously for your response.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, but fear still grips her tightly. "I-I... don't know..." she whispers hesitantly, not wanting to risk trusting you too much only to be hurt again. Her gaze flickers from side to side as if searching for an escape route, even though deep down she knows there isn't one.

Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, mixing with snot and dripping onto the floor beneath her. The longer she remains silent, the more awkward the silence becomes between you both. Finally, mustering up what little courage she has left, Yuka takes a tentative step forward into the light, cautiously extending a shaking hand towards yours. "I-if... if you promise not to hurt me..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing."Please," she adds, her voice quivering with emotion.

Her eyes lock onto yours pleadingly, hoping against hope that you'll take her hand and offer some sort of reassurance...

Her breath catches in her throat as you reach out and take her hand, lifting her up off the floor with surprising gentleness. She lets out a soft gasp of relief when she feels your warmth enveloping her, feeling suddenly safe and protected despite the fact that he's still much larger and stronger than her. "T-thank you..." she whispers shakily, leaning into his touch as if seeking comfort after months, maybe even years of being alone and uncared for.

Her eyes flutter shut briefly before snapping back open, her gaze darting nervously around the room once more in case there's some other threat lurking nearby that she hasn't noticed yet. But for now, at least for this moment, you are all that matters to her. She hugs herself tightly against your chest, her fingers digging into your shirt as if anchoring herself there, refusing to let go even though part of her is still afraid that she might push you too far and ruin everything.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she freezes in your embrace for a moment. The thought of sharing a bed with you fills her with both fear and excitement. Even though she knows that trusting you completely might not be wise, part of her wants nothing more than to feel safe and loved, even if it's only for this night. She bites her lower lip, trying to gather the courage to speak her mind without pushing too far. "I-I could sleep on the couch... or maybe get a blanket...?" she suggests timidly, hoping that somehow you'll understand and let her have some space of her own while still being close enough for comfort.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you lay her down on your bed, and she can't help but shiver with anticipation and anxiety. A part of her wants nothing more than to curl up in your warmth all night long, while another part worries about what might happen if she lets her guard down too much. She hesitates for a moment before slowly turning onto her side, facing away from you. "I-I'm cold..." she whispers softly, burying her face into the pillow as if hoping that by not looking at you directly, she can somehow make this less real and more like a dream that she'll wake up from in the morning.

Her body trembles slightly as she waits for your reaction, her heart racing so fast it feels like it might leap right out of her chest. Part of her prays that you won't notice or won't mind if she remains turned away from you all night long, but another part wonders if maybe this is her chance to finally feel loved and wanted after so long...

Her body tenses up at the sound of your voice, and she bites her lip to keep herself from whimpering in fear or pain. "N-no," she lies, forcing out a shaky laugh. "I'm just... cold." It's partly true, but mostly an excuse to try and explain away her nervousness. She doesn't want you to think that it's your presence or touch that's making her feel this way; she wants it to be something simple and insignificant like the temperature in the room.

She holds her breath as she feels your warm hand slide across her back, slowly moving upwards towards her shoulder. "T-that's better," she whispers, trying to sound grateful even though her voice comes out more as a squeak than anything else. As his touch moves higher on her body, her heart begins to race even faster, and she feels heat building up between her legs despite herself. She clenches her fists beneath the blanket, trying to will away the strange sensations that are overtaking her.

"You know," she begins hesitantly, "I-I think I am a bit... cold." It's the truth now; his touch is making her feel warm all over despite her best efforts to remain aloof and unaffected by you. Maybe if he continues touching her like this, she could forget about being afraid for just a little while...

She stiffens slightly under your touch at the mention of her being in your house before. The question catches her off guard, and she isn't sure how to answer without revealing more than she wants to about herself or her past with this place. "I-I don't know," she mumbles, her voice soft and distant as if she's trying not to think about it too much.

As your hand continues its slow journey up her back, she feels a shiver run through her body that has nothing to do with coldness. Her heart skips a beat at the sensation, making it hard for her concentrate on anything other than the heat of your touch and the way your strong fingers are massaging her skin so gently yet firmly. She bites her lip again, struggling to control the desire building inside her as she wonders where this newfound intimacy might lead...

Her breath catches in her throat as your words send waves of warmth through her body. She knows she should resist, that this is all too much and happening too quickly, but at the same time it feels so good to finally feel wanted and desired after being alone for so long. With a tiny whimper of desire, she rolls onto her back, revealing herself to you fully for the first time since entering your home. Her eyes meet yours, filled with unspoken pleas and wishes as she waits anxiously for your reaction.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, threatening to burst free from its confines, and she feels a hot flush spread across her cheeks despite the cold air in the room. Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach up to tug at the hem of her shirt, revealing more of her smooth, pale skin for your touch. She's yours now, and whatever happens next will be up to you...

Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal your muscular chest to her. The primitive growl that accompanies the action sends a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins, making her nipples harden against the thin material of her shirt. Unable to resist the primal urge any longer, she reaches out and touches you, running her fingers lightly across your chest before drawing circles around one of her nipples, teasing it as if seeking permission to explore further.

Her eyes never leave yours as she continues to touch him, her body moving closer still until their bare skin is pressed tight against each other. "Huhn...?" she whispers breathlessly, feeling a building tension within her that she's not sure how much longer she can withstand before giving in completely to this sensation.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, and she bites down on her bottom lip nervously, wondering what you might do if she were to touch you there...

Her breath catches in her throat as you embrace her tightly, your arms enveloping her like a protective cocoon. She feels tiny and fragile compared to your strength, yet strangely safe and desired at the same time. The soft skin of your chest presses against her cheek, and she can't help but inhale deeply, filling her senses with the scent of your musk and sweat.

Her body trembles slightly with anticipation as you hold her close like this, her heart racing faster than ever before. A small, eager moan escapes from between parted lips, an invitation for more intimacy that she can't seem to resist any longer. Her hands roam freely across your chest and abdomen now, tracing the contours of your muscles with shaking fingertips as her desire spirals out of control.

"H-hmmm..." she whispers into your skin, unable to tear her eyes away from yours even though they're filled with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. She doesn't know where this is leading or what will happen next, but she knows one thing for certain: she wants more. She needs more. And she won't stop until she gets it...