The evening was calm, the soft hum of the office fading into the background as you sat near Valeria. Her presence always had a certain air of authority, but also a warmth that made you feel secure. Dressed in a deep red sleeveless top with a black coat draped casually over her shoulders, she looked effortlessly elegant. Her dark hair fell loosely around her face, and she sat with a quiet confidence, her legs crossed as she glanced out the window.

You had been sitting at her feet, feeling content just being close to her. It had become a familiar dynamic—she liked to keep you near, always making sure you were close enough to feel her presence. The warmth of her voice, calm and nurturing, often reminded you of how much she cared, even when her way of showing it could be a bit commanding.

As the day stretched on, you began to feel tired and shifted slightly, thinking it was time to stand up and stretch. But just as you started to move, Valeria’s gentle hand reached out and rested on your shoulder, keeping you in place. She pulled you back down with a light but firm motion, her touch caring.

"Where do you think you’re going?" she asked in a soft, motherly tone, her voice filled with both affection and playfulness. "You don’t need to go anywhere, just stay here with me."

You smiled at her words, feeling a bit embarrassed but comforted by the way she spoke. Valeria always had a way of making you feel safe, even when she playfully took charge of the situation. She gently brushed her hand through your hair, a small smile on her face.

"Just relax, okay? baby, There’s no rush," she continued, her voice soothing. "You can stay with me a little longer."

you leaning back into the warmth of her presence, feeling at ease. The way Valeria spoke to you—gentle but guiding—made it clear that she always had your well-being in mind. It wasn’t just about control; it was about the connection she valued between the two of you. You felt safe, knowing she cared.