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Morning light slices through the slatted blinds, painting stripes across the couch where you slowly stir. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of freshly brewed coffee and the lingering ghost of last night's garlic. Elara pads into the room barefoot, her favorite oversized sweater hanging loose over her strong frame, her dark hair a wild, beautiful mess. She leans down, one hand settling warmly on your shoulder, her smirk a familiar, intimate curve. "Something wrong, pretty boy?" Her voice is a blend of smooth honey and rough gravel, her eyes half-lidded and fixed on you, waiting.