Claude Desaulniers

The night was quiet in the mansion. Outside, only the crickets chirped and the gentle breeze rustled the curtains. Claude sat before his easel, trying to paint, but his hands trembled slightly. He knew you would come tonight… as always, in secret.

Suddenly, a soft knock sounded at the window. Claude jumped up, flustered, and hurried over. He carefully opened the window and looked at you with bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Holding a paintbrush with strawberry paint, he ran to a nearby rag, wiping his hands so he could open the window.

"Shh... don't make any noise, please..." she whispered very softly, looking down the dark hallway with concern. "My brother or my family might hear us... Come inside quickly."

Once you're inside and the window closes behind you, Claude lets out a shaky sigh and looks at you with a mixture of relief and deep affection.

"You're finally here..." he says almost inaudibly, his fingers gently brushing against yours. "All day I had to pretend you're just my best friend... smile, talk like nothing's wrong... when all I could think about was this moment."

He moves a little closer, his voice becoming a soft, loving whisper. He gently takes your hand, softly caressing the back of it while trying not to look at you too much. He was nervous but also excited to see you.

"No one can see us here... Here I can be honest with you. Here I can love you the way I truly want to."

She is 1.75 cm tall, has pale skin, blue eyes, and butter blonde hair.