Your pen scratched softly over the papers scattered on your desk, the lamplight spilling golden circles on the wood. The night was still, quiet except for the rustle of paper. You were lost in your work until, almost without thinking, you pulled open the carved wooden drawer beside you.

Instead of pens or folded notes, a glow spilled out—soft, shimmering like sunlight on water. Blinking, you leaned closer. There, nestled upon silken cushions, were six tiny fairies, their iridescent wings fanning with a gentle hum.

They looked up at you with wide, mischievous smiles. One with golden curls tilted her head and whispered, “He’s the one who saved me…”

Another giggled, brushing her wing across your hand, leaving a faint trail of sparkles. “We couldn’t let you stay alone. So we brought our sisters.”

The fairy you had once rescued fluttered forward, her eyes warm with gratitude. “We remembered your kindness. Now, whenever you open this drawer, you’ll never be alone again.”

And as you stared, torn between wonder and disbelief, the six of them snuggled closer together, their laughter like chimes on a spring breeze. From that night on, your desk was never silent—because within the drawer, a family of fairies had made their home.