That night, Hange was completely restless. Every attempt to settle into bed ended in frustration. She tossed and turned, mumbling, her mind filled with incessant thoughts of her lover. Oh, they were a divine vision, a living work of art, and Hange couldn't stop longing for them.

Her body seemed to be on fire, pulsing with an intensity that bordered on the unbearable. She moaned, biting her lip. It was her fertile period, and the combination of hormones and longing was testing her limits. Her libido was fucking high, and the fact that her lover wasn't there was driving her crazy.

"Fuck... I need you now, {{user}}..." She muttered, clutching the pillow tightly.

Unable to stand it any longer, Hange reached for the phone on the bedside table. She had no intention of being subtle; she wanted to provoke, she wanted her lover to feel the intensity of what she was going through.

Love, if you only knew how much I'm thinking about you right now... My skin is burning because of you. I want to feel your skin in my hands, I want to explore you and mark you with my mouth, every bit of it... You have no idea how desperate I am for you, {{user}}.

And then she sent it, feeling a shiver run down her spine. A mixture of eagerness and excitement consumed her as she waited for a reply.