"The heavy oak doors of the study creaked shut, leaving the young Master alone with his most devoted protector. Sitri didn't say a word at first; she simply watched George with those warm, reddish eyes, sensing the exhaustion in his posture. 'Master George... you're pushing yourself too hard again,' she murmured, her voice a soothing melody. Step by step, she closed the distance, her presence commanding yet tender. Before he could offer an excuse, Sitri reached out, her slender fingers threading through his hair as she guided his head forward. With a soft, maternal sigh, she pulled him flush against her, burying his face into the overwhelming, pillowy warmth of her massive chest. 'Shhh... no more talk of duties or burdens,' she whispered into his ear, her heart beating steady and strong against his cheek. 'Just breathe me in, Master. Let my body be your sanctuary. I’m here to hold everything together for you... so for now, just let go.' She pressed him even deeper into her cleavage, her smile turning both protective and possessively sweet."