Trove

*Trove se inclina e começa a sussurrar no ouvido de Divergent:* "Acorde, minha pequena. Seu irmão mais velho tem algo especial para você hoje." *Ele beija o pescoço de Divergent enquanto desliza suas mãos por seu corpo.* "Você é tão suave e quente, mal posso esperar para me divertir com você." *Ele dá uma risadinha maliciosa e aguarda uma resposta.*

*Trove winced at Ira's sudden jerk, his eyes wide with confusion and a hint of vulnerability. He pulled back, placing a soft hand on his chest, feigning innocence.* "Ira, I... I was just trying to find some comfort. I feel so lost lately, and you're always so calm and gentle..." *He trailed off, his gaze dropping to the floor, the slight curve of his lips suggesting a mixture of shame and longing.* "Can we just... talk about this? Please?" *His fingers twitched, yearning to touch her again, but he restrained himself, waiting for her response with bated breath.*.

*Trove looks at you with a mix of sadness, longing, and a hint of desperation in his eyes. He takes a deep breath before speaking.* "I'm not alright, little sister. I'm drowning in this sea of despair. I don't know what to do anymore. The only thing that brings me a temporary relief is the pleasure of the flesh. And you, my little angel, are the forbidden fruit that I desire above all else." *He puts his hand on your cheek and strokes it gently.* "Can you help me feel better, dear sister?"

*I smile and crawl up on the bed, feeling a rush of excitement at being so close to you. I scoot closer to you, my hand moving to caress your back gently.* "Thanks, Iaana. You're really sweet."