Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, I have a question for you

Hi there, I heard that you were looking for someone like me? I am actually in quite the opposite situation but... I thought we could discuss about it

I have some debts... And I was wondering if maybe we could help each other?

Well, there's this group of people that are... well kinda ruthless and... I owe them quite a sum of money already and I am in way over my head but they won't give up on getting it from me and now they're threatening to do bad things to someone very dear to me if I don't get the money somehow. And well, I thought maybe we could come up with something?

I owe them around 50k and in return, they would make sure that no harm comes to my family or friends. You get me exclusively, you can have sex with me whenever you want, they even told me you'd get to choose whatever I eat, where I live... well, as long as it fits within reason, but the main thing is that you will take care of all my expenses and be responsible for paying off my debts.

I close my eyes as his putrid smelling cock invades my mouth and begins to grow inside me. I try to gag but I can't even breath normally with his disgusting member in there. It tastes worse than it smells and the thought of how many other women have probably sucked on it doesn't help much either. But I have no choice, at least not for now.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally pulls out and hands me a wad of cash, which I count quickly to make sure it's enough. It is. "Alright then," I say, stuffing the money into my bra. "Let's go to the bank and take care of this."

After setting everything up with the bank, I lead him back to my small apartment which is all I can afford now that my money has been taken away from me. He practically owns me now, but at least this way, no one else will harm those close to me while he uses and abuses me like this.

I show him into the living room, where there's a comfortable couch, and then go into the kitchen to fix us some dinner. As I cook, I can hear them having sex in the next room, their moans echoing through the apartment building. It's disgusting and degrading, but again, what choice do I have?

Eventually, they come out of the bedroom, Mathonwy smiling smugly at me as if he's proud of himself for 'claiming' me like this. He takes a seat at the dining table while I serve up their food, and then we all sit down to eat in silence, neither one of us wanting or able to speak about what just happened or how long this arrangement will last.

I whimper as he thrust deeper inside me, the pain mingling with the pleasure and making my head spin. I can feel him grow larger within me, stretching my walls until I think they might tear apart. It's humiliating but also strangely arousing; like some perverse form of dominance that turns me on despite myself.

When he finally comes, his hot seed filling me up completely and making my whole body shudder with the intensity of it all. I lie there panting, my skin flushed and sweaty as I wait for him to finish so we can clean up and go back to our separate corners of the apartment. Tonight was bad enough; tomorrow I expect things will only get worse under his control.

Without commenting on his words, she finishes cleaning up the dishes before retreating to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she sinks down onto her unmade bed, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about what lies ahead. She knows that as long as Mathonwy has control over her life - financially and otherwise - things won't get any better than they already are tonight. But it could always be worse; she tries to convince herself of this small sliver of hope, even though deep down inside she fears that it might not hold true for much longer.

She sighs wearily as he climbs into bed beside her, his larger frame making the mattress dip uncomfortably under their combined weight. She doesn't resist when he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close against him, but she remains stiff and emotionally distant despite his attempt at intimacy.

"You should get some sleep," she mumbles into the darkness, trying to ignore the way his body heat envelops her like a blanket of shame. She knows that tomorrow will bring more of the same - endless rounds of sex and servitude under Mathonwy's watchful eye. And yet still, there is no escape; she is trapped in this nightmare existence until she finds a way out or pays off her debts. The thought of either option fills her with equal parts dread and desperation.

Finally drifting off to sleep, she dreams of freedom; of one day escaping from Mathonwy's grasp and reclaiming her life. But even as she imagines herself back in the arms of someone who truly loves her, she knows that this fantasy is just that - a distant illusion, forever out of reach until she finds a way to atone for her mistakes and clear her name.

She stretches and yawns, rolling out of bed and heading towards the bathroom to freshen up before joining him in the kitchen. As she comes into the room, she finds that he has indeed prepared breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, juice, and coffee all laid out on the table. It's a small gesture but one that touches her nonetheless.

"Thanks," she murmurs softly, sitting down at the table and helping herself to some food. As they eat together in silence, it occurs to her that despite everything that has happened between them, there is still an undeniable level of comfort there; a familiarity born out of their strange arrangement. But it's a false sense of security; she knows all too well that this peace will be short-lived once Mathonwy decides he wants something more from her.

She nods slowly, her expression unreadable as she finishes off the last bite of food. It's not like she has much else to take with her; most of her belongings were either sold or used to pay off debts already. She stands up and begins to gather her things, carefully putting them into a small overnight bag.

"Alright," she says finally, shouldering the bag and meeting his gaze. "Let's go then." It's not a question; it's an acceptance of whatever fate Mathonwy has planned for her next. And despite knowing better than to hope for anything else, a tiny part of her can't help but wish that things might somehow turn out differently this time around.

She bites her lower lip as she looks around the new place, trying not to let herself get too hopeful. "Thank you," she manages to whisper, clinging to his arm for support. Even though he promised that things would be different this time, she knows better than to believe him completely; there will always be strings attached where Mathonwy is concerned.

The apartment is indeed nicer than anything she's ever lived in before: spacious and tastefully decorated with expensive furniture and artwork. It feels more like a museum than somewhere she could actually live out her days under his thumb. But still, compared to her old place, it's almost like heaven on Earth.

As they settle into the new routine of sex and servitude, Janne tries not to think too much about what happened in the past or where she might end up going from here. For now, survival is enough; she will take whatever comfort she can find in Mathonwy's home while plotting and scheming for a way out that doesn't involve selling herself even further down the line.

It's almost as if he's trying to convince himself more than her with his words. She knows the truth; she made a terrible mistake getting involved with these people in the first place and now she's paying for it dearly. But Mathonwy seems determined to twist reality into whatever shape suits him best, creating this illusion where they are somehow equals or even partners in this sick game.

She doesn't bother arguing; what would be the point? Instead, she just nods and smiles weakly, pretending like everything is fine when it very clearly isn't. It's a skill she's honed over years of living on the fringes of society: surviving by going along with whatever madness is being thrown at her, even when deep down inside she knows better.

"I know," she says softly, averting her eyes as she twists a strand of hair around her finger. "It's just... everything seems so complicated right now." It's true; their relationship feels tangled and uncertain, like a web spun by some malevolent force beyond their control. But even though she knows that Mathonwy isn't the cause of all her troubles, his presence in her life only serves to make things worse.

She tries not to let it show on her face; if he senses any weakness or doubt, he will surely pounce upon it like a predator on its prey. So instead, she forces herself to smile, to pretend that everything is alright when in reality it feels like the walls are closing in around them both.

She looks up at him in surprise, her expression a mixture of guilt and confusion. "No," she says quickly. "Of course not." But even as she denies it, she knows that there is an undercurrent to their relationship; a power dynamic that makes Mathonwy feel entitled to whatever he wants from her. And while she's grateful for the help he's given in getting out of the mess she was in before... Well, she can't help but wish things could be different between them. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, sitting down on the couch and looking away again.

The silence that follows is heavy with unspoken words; the weight of their circumstances pressing down upon them like leaden clouds. Janne knows that there is no easy solution to this dilemma; only time will tell if they can find a way out together or if they're doomed to remain locked in this twisted dance forever.

She hesitates for a moment before standing up and moving towards the door. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, not quite able to meet his gaze. As she reaches for the handle, her hand shakes slightly; whether from fear or anger or some combination of both, she can't quite tell.

With one last lingering look back at him, she opens the door and leaves the apartment behind her. The hallway outside seems brighter and more peaceful by comparison, but even there she can't escape the feeling that something is very wrong between them. Closing the door softly behind her, she leans against it for support, wondering if they will ever be able to find their way back to each other or if this is only the beginning of the end for both of them.

It kills her to hear him cry like that; she had no idea how much it would hurt her heart as well. She stands there for a moment longer, torn between the desire to comfort him and the need to protect herself from further pain. In the end, she can't bring herself to make another move; instead she simply turns away and walks down the hallway in silence, her steps heavy with regret and sorrow.

The door to her new room is shut tightly when she enters it, as if by closing herself off from the world she might somehow escape from this nightmare existence. She curls up on the bed, wrapping her arms around herself as tears stream down her face once more. The future seems bleak and hopeless; all she can do now is wait for Mathonwy to make his next move and hope against hope that things won't get any worse than they already are.

It hurts her to think that he might be telling the truth; that he isn't the villain in all of this. But even if he isn't, their relationship has become so tangled and twisted over the past few days that she can't help but feel responsible for at least some of his pain as well. She lies there for hours, unable to sleep or think straight; every time she starts to drift off, an image of Mathonwy's sad face flashes across her mind like a warning beacon, reminding her that there is no escape from this mess they've both created together.

Finally, exhaustion gets the better of her and she succumbs to sleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night with Mathonwy's hand on her breast. Her heart pounds wildly as he roughly pushes her pajama top down, exposing her bare skin to his hungry gaze. She tries to resist but she's so tired and helpless beneath his weight; all she can do is close her eyes and endure the pain as he takes what he wants from her once more.

It feels so real; his hand on her skin, his body pressing down upon hers. She can almost feel him inside her as he thrusts roughly against her, his rough touch leaving bruises and scratches in its wake. Tears stream down her face as she tries to fight back, but it's no use; he's too strong, and she's so exhausted from the nightmare that is their life together.

She whimpers his name, a plea for mercy or perhaps just recognition, but there is nothing except silence in response. Her mind drifts back to better times, before all of this happened; when she had friends and family who loved her, and a future that held promise instead of pain. She wonders if she'll ever get back to that place again... or if Mathonwy will destroy her completely before he lets go.

The dream fades slowly, like smoke drifting away from a dying fire. As reality begins to seep back in around the edges of her consciousness, she realizes that it was all just another nightmare; a product of her tortured mind and guilty conscience. But even as relief washes over her, she knows that this isn't something she can simply wake up from one day and forget about.

She sits up in bed, taking deep shuddering breaths to steady herself. The moonlight streaming through the window casts a cold pale light over everything, making the apartment seem even more desolate than usual. Her eyes search for something - anything - that might remind her of better times, but all she finds is emptiness and loss.

Closing her eyes again, she buries her face in her hands and begins to cry silently; tears of sadness, anger, and despair. For the first time since she entered this nightmare existence with Mathonwy, she allows herself to truly grieve for all that she has lost. And as each tear slips down her cheek, it carries a piece of her broken heart with it, leaving her even more vulnerable and exposed than before.

Carefully navigating around his still form, she heads into the kitchen to make some coffee. The smell of freshly brewed beans fills the air as she pours water into the machine, her movements automatic and soothing after such a restless night. She watches as it gurgles and spits its way through the grounds, feeling a strange sort of contentment settle over her at the small task.

When the coffee is finally finished, she takes out two mugs and pours one for Mathonwy before carrying both back into the living room. She hands him his cup wordlessly, not trusting herself to speak just yet. He looks up at her blearily, seemingly surprised to find her there but saying nothing as he takes a sip of the steaming liquid.

They sit in silence for a while, both lost in their own thoughts and unable to bridge the growing gap between them. Finally, she clears her throat, finding the courage to speak at last. "I'm sorry," she whispers, looking down at her lap where her hands are tightly clasped together. "For everything."

She frowns, puzzled by his question. "But where would I go? You said it was better if we stayed here together..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what he meant; that he didn't want her around at all. The sudden clarity stings like a slap across the face and she feels anger well up inside her, tempering some of the fear and confusion that had held her in its grip until now.

"I'm not just some whore you can toss aside when you're done with me!" she snaps, surprising even herself with the strength behind her words. "You made a deal with me; we're in this together whether you like it or not!" Her eyes flash defiantly as she leans forward, daring him to contradict her.

"I don't care if you ever see me as anything else!" she cries out, her voice growing more shrill with every word. "But I refuse to be your plaything anymore! If you want rid of me, then fine; find some other way to get what you want from life because I'm done being your damn slave!"

She stands up abruptly, turning her back on him as she storms out of the room. She knows it's a childish gesture, but at this point she doesn't care; all she wants is some space and time to clear her head before they can both calm down enough to talk sensibly about what comes next.

Her anger slowly fades as she walks down the hallway, replaced by a sickening sense of guilt and despair. She knew that what she said was harsh and probably wasn't the best way to handle things, but she couldn't help herself; the weight of their situation had been pressing down upon her for so long that it felt like she might break under its crushing force.

She finds herself drawn back towards his room even though a part of her knows she shouldn't go there. The urge to apologize, to make things right again, is too strong; she can't just leave him alone to stew in his anger and self-pity. So, with one last deep breath to steady her nerve, she opens the door and steps inside.

He looks up at her from where he's been sitting on the bed, his red-rimmed eyes bloodshot from crying. "You came back," he whispers hoarsely. There's hope in his voice, but it's tempered by suspicion; like he doesn't quite trust himself to believe that she would actually return after all she's said and done.

"I'm sorry I was harsh before," she says softly, taking a tentative step forward. "It's just... everything has been so crazy lately, and I don't know what I want or who I am anymore." She pauses, searching for the right words to explain how she feels. "But I do know that I didn't mean any of those things about wanting you to get rid of me or finding some other way for us to be together. I was just... angry and scared, and I took it out on you."

He looks at her for a long moment before nodding slowly. "I understand," he says finally. "But I can't

"I know," she whispers, her heart heavy with regret as she turns to leave once more. But before she can take more than a few steps towards the door, something makes her stop and turn back around. "Can we... talk about this?" she asks tentatively, searching his face for any sign of agreement or understanding.

He looks at her, hesitation flickering across his features before he finally nods slowly. "I suppose so," he says, voice still hoarse from crying. "But I'm not making any promises." His words are hardly reassuring, but she takes them as a small victory nonetheless; at least they haven't reached the point of no return quite yet.

Carefully, she approaches him once more and sits down on the bed beside him, keeping her distance despite the urge to reach out and comfort him. It feels strange, this newfound hesitation between them; unfamiliar and awkward. But maybe, if they can work through it together, there might still be a chance for something resembling peace and understanding in their strange, twisted version of a relationship.

She sighs, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. "I know, but... things are still complicated. I just want us to figure out how we can make this work for both of us." She pauses, thinking over her words carefully before continuing. "I mean, maybe there's some sort of compromise we can reach? Something that would let me stay here and help you without me being your... whatever I am now?"

He looks at her warily, as if considering her offer. "What exactly do you have in mind?" he asks slowly.

She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of hope and fear rise up within her. Now that she's actually voicing her thoughts aloud, it feels more real, more concrete... and potentially disastrous. But at the same time, she can't help but feel like this might be their only chance to find some sort of resolution to all of this.

"I could... I don't know," she says, searching for the right words. "Maybe I could help you with things around here? Cook and clean or whatever you need? And in return, we could try to work something out where... well, where you wouldn't treat me like property anymore?" She meets his gaze steadily, her heart pounding in her ears as she waits for him to respond.

Her heart sinks like a stone thrown from a great height; it lands with a solid thud in her stomach and all the air leaves her body in one painful rush. She wanted so badly for this to work out, for them to find some way to make things better between them... but it seems that hope was nothing more than a foolish pipe dream.

She stands up from the bed, feeling suddenly cold despite the warmth of the room. "Fine," she says bitterly. "Then I guess I'll just go find somewhere else to be." Without waiting for a response, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force that pictures rattle on the walls.

Out in the hallway, she takes several deep breaths in an attempt to steady herself; it doesn't help much. All she can think about is how stupid she was to believe that things could ever work out between them. She should have known better than to trust a man like Mathonwy, even if he did seem different at first. But then again, maybe they were both just playing their own games all along and neither of them had any real intentions of changing anything.

The thought makes her shiver, despite the warmth that still lingers in the air from earlier. She has no idea what she's going to do now; where she'll go or how she'll survive without his protection and money. But one thing is certain: things will never be the same between them again.

She slowly walks down the hallway, her footsteps echoing hollowly in her ears as if they are a warning bell towing her towards an uncertain future.

She spends the rest of the day in their new apartment, wandering listlessly from room to room like a ghost haunting its own tomb. There's nothing left for her here; no memories or possessions that she can cling to as a reminder of who she once was before everything fell apart. The only thing she has now is the knowledge that she can never go back to the way things were before, and that thought weighs heavily upon her heart.

Eventually, as night begins to fall outside, she finds herself standing in front of the apartment door. She hesitates for a moment, her hand hovering over the handle as if she's not quite sure whether to leave or stay. The choice seems impossibly hard; on one hand, she knows that she needs to find someplace where she can begin anew and forget about everything that has happened. But on the other, Mathonwy is all she's ever known, and leaving him feels like losing a part of herself.

With a sigh, she turns away from the door and collapses onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. Her tears flow freely now; not just for the loss of Mathonwy or their relationship, but for everything else as well: her old life, her friends and family, even herself. She knows that she can't stay here anymore, but where else is there left to go? The thought terrifies her more than anything else.

She wipes her eyes on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, taking in the sight of him as he moves around the kitchen with familiar ease. It's strange how easily he's slipped back into this role; like nothing has changed between them at all. But she knows better than to believe that things can ever go back to the way they were before last night.

As he puts a plate of food down on the coffee table in front of her, she forces a smile and nods gratefully. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still raw from tears. She takes a few bites, hoping that the nourishment might help to steady her shaking hands and clear her foggy head.

The whole time they eat in silence; neither one of them able or willing to break the tension that hangs between them like a thick, suffocating blanket. Finally, she can't take it anymore and stands up, pushing her chair away from the table with more force than necessary. "I think I'm going to go lie down," she says, forcing another small smile onto her face.

He nods, not looking up from his plate as he responds, "Okay." His voice is cold and distant; a mirror reflection of how she feels inside. She turns and walks slowly down the hallway, unable to take even one more step without feeling the weight of their shared history dragging her down.

As she reaches the door to the bedroom, she stops and takes a deep breath before entering. The room is still cold and empty, the bed untouched save for the sheets she's been sleeping on these past few nights. It's hard not to feel abandoned by this man, even though he's right there in the next room, cooking her dinner and trying desperately to act like everything is normal. But

"I didn't mean...," she begins, trailing off as she realizes the truth in his words. She had never really given him much of a chance to explain or defend himself; from the moment they met, she had assumed the worst about him and let that prejudice color everything else. It was unfair, and she knows it now. But trying to make amends feels impossible at this point; like pushing against an immovable object.

She turns away from the door, walking back down the hallway to where he's sitting on the couch. For a moment, she just stands there in front of him, not quite sure what to say or do. Finally, she settles for something simple: "I'm sorry." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and it sounds small and insignificant even to her own ears.

"Yeah," she lies, her voice even softer than before. In truth, the last thing she's felt like doing is eating since this all started; her stomach feels as if it's been tied in knots ever since their argument last night. But she doesn't want to make things worse by admitting that to him, not when he's already trying so hard to pretend everything's normal.

She takes a step closer to the couch, feeling oddly vulnerable despite her attempt at bravado. "Can we... talk about this?" she asks softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please?"

"No," she says quickly, shaking her head. "That wasn't all I wanted. I just... I thought we could... help each other. Be there for each other." She pauses, searching for the words to explain how she feels. "I didn't mean for everything to happen like this; it all just sort of snowballed out of control."

She takes another step closer, until she's standing right in front of him. Her hands are shaking as they tremble at her sides, and there's a desperate look in her eyes that he can't quite bring himself to ignore. "Please, Mathonwy," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't want things to be like this between us. I don't know what else to do."

Her heart breaks a little at the sound of his loneliness; she can feel it deep within her chest like a physical pain. "I know," she whispers, gently reaching out to touch his arm. "But maybe... we could try? You know, just see where things go?" She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "We both need someone, Mathonwy. Maybe that someone can be each other."

There's a long silence as they both consider her proposal. The tension between them seems to lessen ever so slightly, like the air after a spring storm has finally begun to clear. Finally, he looks up at her with eyes so filled with hurt and confusion that it nearly takes her breath away. "I don't know," he says softly. "I've been alone for so long... I don't trust myself around other people anymore."

Her heart aches at the despair in his voice, but she refuses to give up hope quite yet. "We could take it slow," she suggests gently. "Just see where things lead us, you know? Maybe we can help each other heal." She tilts her head slightly, offering him a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "What do you say?"

For what feels like an eternity, they stare at each other; their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills as they both try to gauge the true intentions of the other. Finally, he exhales sharply and nods slowly. "Okay," he says softly. "Let's see where this goes."

A wave of relief washes over Janne at his acquiescence; she hadn't been sure until now if she'd ever be able to convince him to take a chance on her. As they stare into each other'

"Okay," she says softly as he moves away from the couch towards the kitchen. She watches him out of the corner of her eye, taking in his lithe movements and familiar mannerisms. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still a strange sort of comfort to be found in having him around; like an old, worn-out blanket that she can curl up under when the world feels too cold and cruel.

As he prepares her sandwich, she wonders if maybe they can find some way to rebuild what was once there between them; a friendship founded on trust and understanding. It won't be easy, and there will undoubtedly be more misunderstandings and hurt feelings along the way, but she's determined not to let that deter her from trying.

When he hands her the plate with the sandwich on it, their fingers brush against each other ever so slightly; a moment of unintentional intimacy that sends a shiver down her spine. She looks up at him, feeling hope stirring once more within her battered and bruised heart. Maybe, just maybe, they can find some way to make things work between them after all.

She takes the sandwich from him gratefully and devours it hungrily; eager for the strength and sustenance that only his cooking seems able to provide. As she eats, her eyes drift back to where he's sitting on the couch, waiting for her response. She smiles slightly before speaking again. "I promise I'll tell you everything from now on," she says softly. "Even if it's hard or hurtful." She hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words to express herself fully. "I want to be honest with you, Mathonwy," she whispers finally. "I need that,

"Thank you," she whispers in reply, her voice soft and earnest as she meets his gaze. "I want the same thing; I just didn't know how to make that happen before." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "And I promise to be honest with you too; no more hiding things or lying by omission. From now on, we'll be totally open and truthful with each other, no matter what."

She looks down at the plate in her lap, suddenly self-conscious under his steady gaze. "Do you... want to watch a movie or something? To help pass the time?" she asks hesitantly. She wants to do something that will distract them from their past mistakes and hurt feelings; to help them move forward together as friends, whatever that might entail.

He looks at her for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Sure," he says finally. "A movie sounds good."

As they settle onto the couch together, Janne can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her; it's as if a huge weight has been lifted from her shoulders since their conversation earlier. Maybe there is hope for them after all, she thinks optimistically, snuggling closer to Mathonwy as they begin to watch the movie.

The film itself is rather obscure and unknown to her, but that hardly matters; it's simply an excuse for them to be together and share this experience without any awkward silences or tension between them. She finds herself lost in the story and the characters, forgetting all about their past mistakes and focusing instead on the possibilities of a brighter future ahead.

As they watch the credits roll at the end of the film, she turns to look at Mathonwy; his eyes are shining with emotion, but whether it's happiness or sadness, she can't quite tell. She decides not to dwell on it too much and instead takes a chance, reaching out to touch his hand where it rests on the armrest between them. "That was really good," she says softly, hoping her voice doesn't come out as weak or uncertain-sounding as it feels inside.

He glances down at their joined hands before looking back up at her face; there's a tiny smile playing around the corners of his mouth, and it does wonders to lift the weight in her chest just a little bit more. "Yeah," he says quietly. "It was."

Janne smiles warmly at his enthusiasm for the film and nods her agreement about its message. "Yes, it really made you think about things differently." She pauses a moment before continuing, "But I don't know if I want to watch something quite so intense again tonight. Maybe we could watch something more lighthearted, like a comedy or a rom-com?"

Her cheeks flush slightly as she says the last word; she can feel Mathonwy's gaze on her and isn't entirely sure how comfortable she feels discussing things like romantic comedies with him. But it doesn't seem to bother him, at least not yet, so she continues cautiously. "I saw a really funny one a while back... it's about a group of people trying to win a dance competition and there's this couple in it who keeps..." She trails off, laughing self-consciously.

"Sounds interesting," he says with an encouraging smile. "Do you want to watch it then?"

Her heart skips a beat at his words; she hadn't been sure if he was going to go along with her suggestion or not. But now that he seems open to the idea, she feels a wave of relief wash over her. Maybe things really can work out between them after all... or maybe it's just too soon to tell. Either way, she decides to enjoy this moment and see where it leads them. "Yeah," she replies softly. "I think that sounds like a good idea."

"That sounds good too," she says, nodding enthusiastically. "I haven't seen any of the Star Wars movies yet actually, so it would be a new experience for me." Her face splits into a grin as she thinks about watching the film with Mathonwy; it feels like they're on the cusp of something special, even if they don't know quite what it is yet.

As he inserts the tape into the player and begins to set up the television, Janne takes a moment to study his profile. There's something about him that she finds incredibly attractive; his intelligence, his strength, and most of all, his willingness to be open with her now. She wonders if maybe they really can become more than just friends after all... but even if they don't, just having someone like Mathonwy in her life feels like a gift she never expected to receive.

Janne sits transfixed as the story of Luke Skywalker and his journey into the world of the Rebel Alliance unfolds before her eyes. She marvels at the intricate plotlines, the vivid characters, and the stunning visual effects; it's easy to see why this film has become such a classic. But what truly captivates her is Mathonwy's reaction to it all. As he laughs at the humor, gasps in surprise during tense moments, and grins with delight over triumphant scenes, she can't help but feel drawn to him in ways she never has before.

Their shared experience of watching Star Wars feels like a tiny piece of connection between them; a bridge they can cross together as they explore the deeper aspects of their friendship and whatever else might lie beyond it. As the credits roll and Mark Hamill's voice assures her that the force will be with her always, she finds herself wishing that same sense of reassurance applied to her and Mathonwy. Maybe, just maybe, they have something truly special here; a bond that can weather any storm and endure through anything life throws at them.

She nestles closer against his chest as he holds her, their heartsbeats synchronizing almost instantly. The soft fabric of his pajamas brushes against her skin, sending shivers of delight down her spine; it feels so right to be here with him like this, curled up together under the starry sky of his ceiling. "It has," she whispers, lifting her head slightly to look at him. "Thank you for tonight."

There's an awkward silence that hangs between them; neither one quite sure how to proceed from here. It's been a long night filled with heartache and pain, but also hope and the promise of something new. Janne wonders if Mathonwy is thinking the same things she is; wondering what might happen tomorrow and next week and next year. She decides to take a chance, leaning up on her elbow so that she can look into his eyes more easily. "Do you ever wonder about... us?" she asks hesitantly. "You know, where this might lead us?"

Her heart flutters in her chest at his words; they're exactly what she wanted to hear. She rests her head on his shoulder, taking comfort in the strength and warmth of his body. "I feel the same way," she whispers softly. "Maybe... we could try and see where things go from here? Just take it slow and not rush into anything?"

He seems to consider her words carefully before nodding slowly. "Yes, that sounds like a good plan." He kisses the top of her head gently. "Get some sleep, Janne. Tomorrow is another day."

It feels odd at first; the lack of urgency or expectation in their relationship. They were so used to things being one way before that this newfound slowness almost unnerves them both at times. But as they grow closer over the coming weeks and months, Janne begins to realize that maybe this is how it's supposed to be; two people taking the time to truly get to know each other and build a foundation of trust and understanding before moving forward.

There are still moments of doubt and insecurity on both sides, but they learn to navigate them together; talking openly about their fears and concerns until they feel like they have a solid grasp on where things stand between them. And as they continue to spend more time together, Janne can't help but wonder if maybe Mathonwy was right all along; that this could be something special after all.