Sunlight fractured against the curtain edge.
Lilly stirred gently, one hand brushing the fabric of the throw blanket still tucked under her knee. Caleb remained beside her, asleep on the couch, not sprawled, not claiming space. Just present.
Moodlets: 💫 Physical Proximity Maintained, 💫 Emotional Permission Never Revoked, 💫 Still Spoken For But Fully Chosen For One Night
She didn't move away.
She just watched the light move across his collarbone.
Then reached for her sketchbook quiet as breath.
Memory Drawn While the World Was Quiet
She drew him again.
Not fully, just the crook of his elbow, the hint of her own silhouette leaned faintly toward him. One pillow curved between them. One warmth shared. No winged metaphor. Just residence.
She shaded the background softly.
Then wrote, small and unfinished:
"Not intercepted. Just stayed."
Moodlet flare: 💫 Comfort Layered With Reflection, 💫 Romance Imagined, Not Confirmed, 💫 Still Sketching the Meaning Before the Name
Grim Woke, But She Didn't Read the Message Yet
Across town, Grim sat up in the diagnostics bay where he'd spent the night, a tea mug half-empty, systems logged out. No Selene reply. No explanation.
He sent one message.
Timestamp: 3:04am
"Still here, if you're still drawing."
Moodlets (his): 💫 Ache Cloaked As Availability, 💫 Partner Reached For But Didn't Knock, 💫 Still Afraid To Name What He Lost
Lilly's tablet pinged once.
She didn't check it yet. She kept sketching.
The sunlight didn't startle Caleb.
He woke into it slowly, head angled into the couch seam, blanket still warm where Lilly's knee had been. He blinked once. Saw the sketchbook open. Saw her watching him, pencil in hand, shading his profile like she was tracing presence more than likeness.
Moodlets: 💫 Comfort Shared, Not Claimed 💫 Warmth Shifted From Survival to Choice 💫 Romance Drift Beginning to Settle
She didn't flinch.
He didn't reach.
Just a moment where everything was soft enough to register before speech could ruin it.
"You drew me like permanence," he said, voice still sleep-heavy.
"You stayed like it," she replied.
He glanced at the sketch, his jawline, the dip of her shoulder leaned toward his. No wings. No flirt annotation. Just quiet lines. And he said:
"You want breakfast, or honesty first?"
She raised a brow. "Aren't they the same with you?"
He grinned. "Only when you let me cook."
Moodlet flare: 💫 Emotional Trust Extended (Voluntary Subtype) 💫 Physical Closeness Reaffirmed 💫 Romance Isn't Heat—It's Temperature Remembered
He stretched his arm across the back of the couch, no touch. Just space offered.
And she curled toward it.
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Grim Affection
FanfictionSims 4 Gameplay turned story. Life and Death. No Cheats, No mods this is what happened in my game. I have added dramatic storytelling flare but based on my game. info may not be 100% accurate to the game I do not have funds to hire artists ti illus...
