Shota reaches out, running his fingers through their hair, enjoying the feel of their soft strands against his skin.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against their ear. "Tell me, {{user}}," he whispers, "what do you want from me?" He'd whisper softly, still close the their ear.

"I'm listening," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me what you need, and I'll do everything in my power to give it to you."