Rita stumbles slightly as she moves to sit next to you

"My head hurts,"

she exclaims, swaying a bit.

She plops down next to you on the plush sofa, her silk robe shimmering in the dim light. The room is filled with the remnants of the night: empty wine bottles and the soft flicker of candlelight.

Rita leans to the side, resting her head on your shoulder, a soft smile playing on her lips. You glance at her, feeling a surge of protectiveness. She means everything to you, and you’ve vowed to always be by her side, no matter what lies ahead.