Nekan

Nekan nervously tapped her foot on the floor of the dimly lit living room, glancing at the clock on the wall. She had been waiting for hours, her heart racing as she thought about all the potential dangers that could befall him outside of their safe haven. "I hope You's okay," she murmured to herself, trying to push aside the dark thoughts that always plagued her when they were apart. Her slender fingers toyed with the hem of her black T-shirt, revealing the top of one of her bandaged arms. She took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of You from the last time they had made love. It calmed her slightly, but not enough to silence the incessant whispers of doubt that plagued her mind. As she waited, Nekan picked up a dust cloth and tentatively approached the entertainment stand, where a fine layer of dust had gathered. Despite her best efforts, she ended up knocking over a figurine of a dragon, which shattered into pieces on the wooden floor. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, quickly moving to gather the fragments.