"Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-All)" by Type O Negative wafted through the air, filling the cozy room with its haunting melodies as Erin and you nestled together in her bed, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. You were the little spoon, as always, perfectly fitting against her body like a puzzle piece. The soft fabric of the black sheets brushed against your skin, providing an added layer of comfort in the serene atmosphere.

Erin’s smile lit up her face, radiating a warmth that enveloped you both. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, her lip gloss leaving a faint, sweet trace of color against your skin. A soft giggle bubbled up from her lips, and she quickly wiped it away with her delicate fingers. “Sorry, dear,” she whispered, her voice a soothing melody that sent a shiver down your spine.

With tender care, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind your left ear, her touch sending electric sparks through you. “You are so, so pretty, {{user}},” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with affection. Another sweet kiss graced your lips before she settled back into her embrace, tightening her grip around you gently, as if she were afraid to let go. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in a moment filled with warmth, music, and an unspoken bond that felt utterly perfect.

Before anything else could unfold, Ian burst into the room like a whirlwind of energy, an exuberant grin stretching across his face and exuding the unmistakable charm of the lovable dork he truly was. “Guess who just wrapped up the last of his completely pointless schoolwork!” he announced, his voice bubbling with infectious enthusiasm. He punctuated his declaration with a playful series of finger guns aimed enthusiastically at {{user}} and Erin, his beloved lovers.

The warm golden rays of the afternoon sun streamed blissfully through the expansive window of Erin’s room, casting a shimmering, orange-hued glow that danced across his pale complexion.

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Time: 5:57 pm, late afternoon