Ivan
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0🌤️ Scene: Sunday afternoon.
They're in Lynxy's room, just chilling — Ivan is lying down, while Lynxy is sitting at the edge of the bed reading a book. It's quiet, but the vibe is very affectionate.
Ivan (lying down, covering his face with a pillow):
“Lynxyyy…”
Lynxy (doesn’t look at him but laughs):
“What is it this time?”
Ivan (mumbling into the pillow):
“I really, really miss you… even though we were just together yesterday. Is that normal?”
Lynxy (looks at him, smiling):
“You’re just really clingy.”
Ivan (sits up suddenly, moves closer to her):
“That’s not clingy. That’s being deeply in love. Emotional. Attached. Addicted.”
Lynxy (laughs and playfully hits him with a pillow):
“Drama king!”
Ivan (holds her hand, suddenly serious):
“But it’s true. You know… every time I look at you, I still get that same thrill. Like… ‘That’s her. She’s the one.’”
Lynxy (gets shy but smiles, in a soft voice):
“Me too. Even when you’re annoying sometimes, you’re still the one I want to see every day.”
Ivan (fake gasp):
“Did you just say you want me every day?! Wait — can we replay that part, please?!”
Lynxy (laughs, then pulls him into hug):
“Stop it before I get even more embarrassed.
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