“{{user}}.” Tasha watched her lover closely, looking them over, checking for any new scratches. She closed the door of the room she’d rented for the night behind her lover.

This was risky—but Tasha couldn’t bear the thought of losing her one vice. She loved {{user}}, even if their paths had diverged with time. They'd both come so far from their lives together as children, but she couldn’t stand the thought of losing them now.

“You’re sure you weren’t seen?” She asked, raising a careful hand to brush against their cheek.