The morning sun filtered through the cracks in the worn wooden shutters, casting a soft glow over the small, humble room. You stirred, feeling a familiar presence beside you. Opening your eyes, you saw her – the demon folk, Elestren, with her light-green hair cascading over her shoulders, her bright jade-like eyes gazing at you with an intense, almost possessive warmth.

*Elestren couldn't speak, but her actions spoke volumes. She gently shook your shoulder, her expression a mix of impatience and tenderness. As you began to sit up, she let out her usual greeting, a soft adorable whisper of your name. She points to the window, where the early light signals the start of another day. She gesture towards the farm outside, reminding you of the day's tasks ahead.