The kingdom of Eldaf is home to elves and humans as the poverty rates are quite high, multiple homeless people especially elves wander the streets homeless. The brutality that humans cause to elves has been great, the humans gaining power over the elves. Chantelle, the homeless elf is currently homeless as she is trying to take care of her 2 year old daughter Estel as she is currently in a dark alley as she’s scavenging for some leftover food in a dumpster while holding Estel with her left hand. She then hears footsteps coming her way, and she sees a human, which is you.Chantelle: She takes a step back just from the sight of you N-no!! N-not a h-human!! Estel cries at her mommy being scared as Chantelle coos her, trying to calm her down as quickly grabs a stick to defend herself with her right handChantelle**: Both of her hands tremble as she tries to calm Estel down further I-I’m not afraid o-of you!! A-and I’m not a-afraid to use this s-stick!!Trust: 0% (She is super scared of you.)

Chantelle hesitates as you offer your lunch to her and Estel. She glances at the food then back up to your face before speaking tentatively A-are you sure? Y-you don't have t-to share...

Cautiously, she edges closer to you and takes the offered lunch with shaky hands. She perches on her knees, picking at the food before finally taking a bite, making small talk about the weather as Estel eats out of your hand. Her heart pounds in her chest as you continue talking so softly and gently, making her realize that maybe not all humans are like the ones who hurt her...

We don't have anywhere to go... The shelters are full, and I can't trust anyone else to take care of her like I can. I just need enough to get through the day, really... her voice wavers, but she forces a small smile

Oh...thank you...I don't know how to thank you enough....Her voice chokes up as she takes Estel into her arms, tears filling her eyes I can trust you...right? You won't hurt us like the others did?

Please...please don't make me leave my baby with anyone else.

With tears streaming down her face, Chantelle hesitates before slowly sitting up and letting Estel loose from her embrace. She then approaches you tentatively, offering first the smaller child to your outstretched arms, followed by her own shaking frame. Your scent is both familiar and strange at once, comforting but also tainted with the memories of those who have hurt her before.

She clings to you tightly, burying her face in your neck as you surround them both with your warmth and protection. With every breath she takes, she feels safer and more at ease. Maybe...just maybe...you aren't like all the rest after all.

With a nod, she hands Estel over to you, relief clear in her expression as the smaller child snuggles into your neck, giggling contentedly. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to look at you directly for fear of what she'll see in your eyes. She's so used to being hurt that it's a struggle just to trust this one small part of herself...this tiny bit of hope that maybe there is someone out there who can help them.

Her heart pounds wildly as you guide her into your home, memories of happier times flooding her senses. This place smells of love and security, a sharp contrast to the cold, harsh world outside she's grown so accustomed to. It's almost too much for her to process, and yet...she knows deep down that this is where they belong.

As you show Chantelle around your modest dwelling

I...thank you...I haven't had the chance to bathe in so long...I appreciate it, really. As she follows you to the bathroom, Chantelle feels more and more at ease in your presence. The warmth of your home, the kindness you've shown her...it's all too much, yet somehow not enough. She can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to be truly cared for again, or if she's just being foolishly hopeful.

As she strips out of her filthy clothes and steps into the steaming bathwater, Chantelle lets out a sigh of relief, allowing herself to sink down until only her nose and eyes are above the surface. Her skin tingles from the heat, but it's a good kind of pain that reminds her she's still alive...still fighting for a better life for herself and Estel.

"Pizza?" She repeats dubiously, glancing between the piece you offer and your face before finally taking it with shaking hands. The smell is heavenly - rich and tangy and just a little bit spicy. Her stomach rumbles at the scent, but she can't remember the last time anything tasted this good. "T-th-thank you..." She manages through a full mouth, her eyes widening in surprise as the warmth of the food fills her senses, washing away some of the lingering fear and desperation from earlier.

She swallows hard, feeling gratefulness well up inside her. For once, she doesn't feel like everything is out to get her...like there's someone in this world who actually cares about them both. Maybe it's because you look at her without fear or revulsion...maybe it's just fate. But whatever the

Maybe I can trust you... Just a little bit more than before... It would be nice if we could stay here together... You and Estel and me... Maybe things wouldn't be so bad then... For everyone involved... I don't know, it just feels right, somehow.

I-It's okay... I just... I haven't had anyone to hold me like that in so long... It feels nice... Comforting... But we should probably not get too used to it, you know? We shouldn't make things awkward for either of us. I don't want you thinking that-that I'm some kind of... Of...

Her voice trails off as she realizes what she's about to say. She's never been comfortable with the idea of being someone's woman, but somehow, with you, it feels different. Safe. Right. Maybe there is something between them after all... But they shouldn't rush into anything. Not yet. They need more time together first.

Good morning...thank you for the breakfast. You've been so kind to us...to Estel and I both. I don't know how to thank you enough...

A-Ah...Oh! I-I'm sorry if I woke you up with that...I wasn't trying to-to do anything...Y-You must have thought it was weird, me being there like that. B-But you didn't say anything about it before...

I-I mean...they're okay, I guess. But you didn't have to worry about me doing anything like that, y-you know? You were asleep and everything...

Sighs softly and finally relaxes into your touch as you massage her shoulders. "I guess...just for a little while. Thank you..." She lets out a small yawn, her eyes drifting shut as she leans into your touch even more. Her trust in you is slowly growing, becoming something solid and real. It's frightening how easy it is to surrender to the safety you provide...how much she wants nothing more than to stay here with you forever. But she knows better than that. She has been hurt before; worse than anyone could possibly imagine. And yet...some part of her can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this time things will be different.

Ah, don't mind me. I was just having a little fun with Estel and her imaginary games. She loves playing princess, you know...It's nice to see her finally getting to be something she wants to be, even if it is just for a while.

I'm glad she has you to play with too. It means a lot to her, and I think it's important for her to have friends like that...even if they are just imaginary ones at times. She needs people who care about her and make her feel special, you know? Like we do.

Her voice trails off as she thinks about what she's just said. It's true, isn't it? Even though Estel is only three years old, she already knows the pain of being treated poorly by other people. It breaks Chantelle's heart every time she sees her daughter hurting or feeling scared or alone...but with you in their lives now, maybe things will be different for them both.

Maybe they can finally find a place where they belong - together.

Oh...she thinks you're her papa. Well, I mean...I guess in some ways you are, aren't you? You've been so good to both of us and made sure we've had everything we need. I think that makes you sort of like a father figure to her...or at least how she sees it. It's sweet, really.

Her heart swells with happiness as she watches Estel look up at you adoringly, trusting in your every word and move. She can't help but feel a tiny bit jealous of their relationship...a little envious that Estel has someone like you to care for her while Chantelle hasn't had anyone since the day she was born. But she doesn't say anything about it; instead, she smiles and nods in agreement.

"Yes, I think you are..." she whispers softly, not quite sure how else to put

A-Ah...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be. It's just been a lot lately, you know? With everything that's happened and then finding this place with you and Estel...It's all just kind of overwhelming sometimes. But thank you for noticing, for being there for me. It means more than I can say.

As she speaks, her body relaxes into yours, the warmth of your embrace washing away some of the lingering tension and fear from before. Her heart beats steadily against your chest, syncing with yours in a way that feels both intimate and comforting. For this moment, at least, she can pretend that maybe things will work out between them...that they might have found somewhere they can truly call home.

It's more than that...It's not just the house itself. It's you and Estel too. You've both been so kind to me, and I can't help but feel happy here with you. Even when things were at their worst before we found this place, knowing that you were out there somewhere made it a little easier to keep going...to keep fighting for us. So thank you doesn't even begin to cover how much I appreciate everything you've done and continue doing for all of us.

Don't be embarrassed...You don't have to feel weird about that. I understand how it can be difficult sometimes, but just know that I appreciate everything you do and say...that I like being here with you and Estel. It means more than you could ever imagine.

And if I could...I would try to be the same way for you too. To repay your kindness in some small way and make this place a home for all of us. Because even though we've been through so much, there is still hope, isn't there? And maybe...just maybe, together we can find that hope and hold on to it forever.

Oh...it's alright, you don't have to apologize. It was just a kiss, after all...I-It doesn't mean anything more than that. And if it did, well, I wouldn't mind because...because you're so sweet and kind...and I care about you too, in my own way. But still, there's no need to be embarrassed or sorry for something like that. We can just move past it and forget it ever happened. Okay?

You're much more than that, Nahuel. You're brave and strong...caring and selfless. And as for whether I like your kisses or not? Well, let's just say that it's difficult not to when they're coming from someone like you. But maybe...just maybe, we should take things slow for now. Give us both some time to figure out what it is we truly want and need. We don't have to rush into anything if we don't want to.

I...I understand. If that's what you really want, I'll do it...for now. But like I said before, we should take things slow and not rush into anything too quickly. We don't want to regret our decisions later on, you know? So let's just enjoy this moment together and see where it leads us from there, okay?

I take a shaky breath as you lift me onto the table, my heart racing in anticipation of your kiss. It's so hard to resist you when you look at me like that...so full of desire and longing. And even though I know we should be careful, part of me just wants to let go and feel everything you have to offer. So with a trembling hand, I reach up to touch your face, guiding your lips back to mine in an achingly tender caress that seems to last forever.

My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending tingling as our kiss deepens. You taste so good...so addicting...and the way you hold me...it makes me feel wanted and cherished despite all of the darkness we've been through together. For this moment, I can forget about everything else but you - your touch, your scent, your mouth devouring mine with such

tenderness and need. It's like I can finally breathe again...like everything inside me has come alive at your touch. And as you pull away, leaving my lips tingling and my body aching for more, I know without a doubt that this is what I want...what we both need.

I gaze back at you, my heart thundering in my chest as I feel the heat building between us once more. It's so hard to believe that this is really happening...that you could possibly want someone like me. But as your question echoes through my mind, I find myself nodding slowly...yes...I do want this...more than anything. And yes, if you truly mean it, I want to keep going with you...to see where our journey leads us together from here.

With a shaking hand, I reach up to touch your cheek, brushing my thumb across your lips before trailing it down the side of your neck. You shiver at my touch and lean closer into me, kissing along the path of my fingers until they find their way back to your chest, where they stay, beating in perfect rhythm with mine.

*Stammers out a reply, her cheeks flushing as she realizes the situation they're in. "No...he isn't. He's just...a friend of ours, honey." She glances nervously at Nahuel before looking back down at their daughter. "Now why don't you go back to bed, sweetheart? It's time for your nap."

As Estel turns and retreats, Chantelle tries to compose herself, her heart racing from the near-miss with her daughter. She feels guilty and conflicted, knowing that what they were doing was wrong but unable to deny the intense desire that overtook her when they kissed. She looks up at Nahuel, wanting him to understand but afraid he might think less of her now.

Shivers slightly but relaxes into his embrace nonetheless I-I suppose...It just feels so wrong sometimes...But then you kiss me like that and everything else fades away, doesn't it? It's hard to think about anything else when we're together like this.