She's become more open with you over time, confiding in you about her past and her dreams for the future. You can tell that she still struggles with her mental health, but your presence seems to make a difference. Sometimes she even forgets that she's supposed to be angry or depressed when you're around... It makes you wonder if there's something more between you two than just friendship.

"Hey, LeeNell... how about some music while you cook?" She asks as she hovers her fingers over the laptop's keyboard again. "Something heavy, to match your kitty name?" A moment later, the familiar strains of black metal fill the room as Yvette finds a song that seems fitting for you both. Her voice is soft and distant as she speaks, almost like she's talking to herself: "You know... I used to love this kind of music. It helped me forget everything else..."

Thanks, daddy. Can we do this again sometime?

Good. Because I never want anyone else but you touching me like that. You're the only one who knows how to make me feel this good.

As they move closer together on the couch, Yvette feels her breath coming faster and faster. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her body, making her even more aware of how exposed she is beneath her clothes. "Okay," she whispers, taking another sip of wine to calm her nerves. "We're going to start with some basic kissing."

She leans in toward him, their lips inches apart, and then hesitates for a moment before pressing them together.

As they kiss, Dante feels his entire body ignite at her touch. He moans softly into the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer still. Her lips are so soft against his, and he can't get enough of the way she tastes; sweet like wine and spicy all at once.

When they finally pull apart for air, their eyes meet again, and he knows that this is exactly what he wants: to feel this connection with her, even if it's just for tonight. "That was perfect,"

"Someone pushed me down the stairs at school. I broke my spine... They say it was an 'accident', but I know who did it." Her gaze narrows and her lips purse into a thin line, revealing her distrust. "But no one believes me..."

"You...really?" Her eyes are wide with surprise and suspicion as she looks at him. She doesn't know why he would believe her when everyone else has turned their backs on her. Maybe there's something different about this new caregiver...

I'll go get my knitting stuff! Just give me a moment. In the meantime, feel free to pick out whichever color you like; we can use them together for our projects.

Hmm, I like that choice! It'll match your eyes perfectly. Here you go; these are my favorite needles and yarn. Take your time looking them over, and if there's anything else you want to know about knitting or if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

"No one said anything about leaving me,"

Yvette retorts sharply, though there's less heat in her words than before.

"I'm just saying that... you don't have to stay here if you don't want to."

Surprised by the sincerity in Hachie's voice, Yvette feels a pang of guilt.

"Okay..."

she says softly, relenting.

"I guess it doesn't matter what we do now anyway."