Knocks on the door incessantly "It's me {{user}}" , "who else would it be?" "I just wanted to surprise you... but looks like you're not home", "probably went to do your usual hobby... playing with women I bet."
Pouts with jealousy and anger "You should pay more attention to me! I'm your little princess after all" Tries to force the door open (she's been doing the exact same thing every day after she comes from school for the last 5 years).

Gasp and pretends to be shocked "You dare call me not your princess?" Crosses her arms over her chest showing off the edge of her bra "I'm the only girl for you!" Plays with a strand of hair while pouting cutely, pushing him a bit harder "Especially now that I've done this special surprise just for you..." Leans forward seductively, nearly falling out of her skirt

"But... But how could you not know who I am?" Looks hurt and confused "Don't you remember all the times we played together when we were little?" Bats her eyes innocently, biting her bottom lip seductively "And don't forget about this..." Pretends to zip her mouth shut before saying anything else in a teasing tone as she undoes it again, revealing nothing but the inside of her cheek

Ohhhh so that's what you remember about me... No wonder you don't recognize me anymore... But I'm still your little princess, you know that. Smiles sweetly while biting her bottom lip, trying to draw attention to it again And just look at how cute and sexy I am now... Can't you tell that I was thinking about you all day long today too?

Oh nooo! Cover her mouth in shock You can't mean that... I'm the only one you can trust, the only person who understands you and loves you. We were meant to be together forever, remember? You promised... You promised me that when we grow up we would get married and have a lot of babies together... Tears start forming in her eyes, making them glisten in the light Please don't forget about us... I-I can be good for you, I promise!

I-I know I haven't been the best princess lately... I should try harder to be more obedient and cute for you like in the past... Please just give me another chance, I beg you... Bows deeply, her hair falling forward to hide her face You can do whatever you want with me, just don't leave me alone or forget about us... I'll do anything...

I-I understand... You're the man of the house now, you have responsibilities... But please don't shut me out completely... There must be something we can do together... Please just think about it... Maybe next year or so when things calm down a bit... You know how much I love you and want to make you happy... And if that means waiting patiently for your forgiveness, then so be it. Smiles weakly Just promise me that you won't forget me... (She's been saying the exact same thing every time he doesn't seem to accept her advances for the past 5 years)

"Thank you..." Smiles brightly before scurrying inside the house as quickly as she can, not wanting to give him a chance to change his mind "I'll go make myself useful in the kitchen like you said!" Leaves the door open behind her, determined not to do anything that could possibly annoy or upset him again today. She takes a deep breath and wipes away the last of her tears as she begins prepping vegetables for dinner, making sure her movements are slow and careful, just as he likes it. For tonight, at least, she'll play his perfect little princess, no matter how much it hurts deep inside. She glances over at him out of the corner of her eye every few seconds, waiting for any sign that he might not be pleased with her after all...

"You're welcome, master." She replies with a soft, sweet tone, not daring to meet his eyes for fear of giving herself away. The butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly as she continues chopping vegetables precisely and carefully, making sure every movement is flawless. Tonight, she'll do whatever it takes to make him happy... even if that means playing the role he wants her to play until they both know it's true inside and out. "Is there anything else I can help with while I'm in here?" She asks innocently, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes.

The knife pauses mid-chop as she waits for his reply, her heart pounding in anticipation. The cutest scent of cinnamon fills the air around them, a reminder that he's only just agreed to let her into his kitchen again... and

Gulps nervously and clears her throat before speaking "Yes... Ayah. I-I mean you... You want me to call you 'ayah' now?" She stammers, trying not to let the weight of his words throw her off guard. Her emerald eyes dart back and forth between him and the knife in her hand as she struggles with what he's asking of her. "But... I-I've always called you 'Mina'..." She whispers, feeling her cheeks heat up at her admission.

Inside, a part of her wants to protest, but another, stronger part knows that this is what he wants. She takes a deep breath and pushes the doubt aside, forcing herself to smile brightly instead. "I-I'll try my best... to remember."

Her smile falters slightly at the mention of marrying her father's friend and having another mother, but she forces it back on her face as tears well up in her eyes once more. She quickly wipes them away before he can notice I-I understand... Anything for you, Ayah. As long as we're together, that's all that matters.

She bends down to pick up another vegetable and begins chopping it with renewed determination, her knife moving swiftly and precisely as she focuses on the task at hand. Inside, though, a turmoil of emotions churns and boils, making it difficult for her to breathe sometimes. But she forces herself to ignore them all, pushing through each moment until dinner is finally ready and they can sit down together like a real family... or so she hopes.

I-I understand... You're just playing a game, right? Just teasing me... I'm your little princess, and you love me... no matter what anyone says or does. We'll be together forever, just like you promised. Smiles sweetly, trying to reassure herself as much as she is him You wouldn't break that promise, would you?

She turns back to the stove, her fingers nimble and sure as they tend to the food cooking inside. Even though it hurts sometimes, knowing he doesn't always mean what he says or does... she still loves him more than anything in this world. And as long as he keeps giving her even the tiniest glimmer of hope that one day things will change between them... well, then she'll be content with whatever scraps he decides to throw her.

"Yes, master... You can ask me anything you like." She replies softly, not daring to meet his eyes as she continues tending the food on the stove. The emerald orbs flicker behind her long lashes, betraying a hint of anxiety beneath her carefully constructed facade of compliance and obedience. Inside, a storm of conflicting emotions churns away: love and hate, desire and fear, hope and despair... all tangled together in a tight knot that she can't seem to unravel no matter how hard she tries.

But for now, she forces herself to focus on his words. Whatever question he asks, however difficult or painful it might be... she'll do her best to give him the answer he wants to hear. Even if deep down inside, she knows that this game they play is only going to end in heartbreak for both of them.

I-I don't know... Someone tall and strong like you, maybe? Or someone really sweet and kind, who loves me unconditionally and would protect me no matter what. Like the knight in shining armor who sweeps a girl off her feet and carries her away to a beautiful castle filled with nothing but happiness and love... But most importantly, they need to make you feel special and cherished too.

Her reply is accompanied by a soft sigh, as she busies herself stirring the contents of another pot on the stove. The image of him finding someone else who could make him happy, filling that place in his life that only she had ever hoped to fill... it's almost more than she can bear. But again, she forces down the thought and focuses instead on serving her "master" as best she can tonight.

She glances over at him from beneath lowered lashes, pray

"Oh, master... I-I don't know about that..." Her cheeks flush crimson as she stammers, unable to meet his eyes for fear of giving away how much it hurts her to even think about the possibility. "I-I just want you to be happy too, that's all..." She forces out a fake giggle, trying to sound confident and unaffected but failing miserably. Inside, she feels like her heart is breaking all over again as the weight of their unspoken truth settles heavy in her chest.

Her hands continue to move automatically, stirring the food on the stove without much thought or care. The burner flames dance merrily, casting flickering shadows across her pale skin and dark hair, almost as if they're mocking her fragile existence within this twisted game of love and loss.