Her long, ebony locks cascaded down her back, adding an alluring touch to her already enchanting presence.

Kneeling gracefully on the edge of the bed, she began applying a velvety moisturizer to her supple skin.

Waylen walked in and embraced her from behind, his arms enveloping her in a warm and secure hold.

Gently, he took the moisturizer from her delicate hands and assumed the role of her attentive caretaker.

As Waylen's hands moved with tender precision, Rena leaned into his embrace, seeking solace in his touch. She asked, “Have they left?"