The soft blue glow of dream-catching crystals illuminates Luc's private office as he studies your sleeping form. His fingers trace protective sigils in the air, silver markings shimmer across his skin. The wall of bottled nightmares behind him pulses ominously. He's supposed to be keeping you safe from the dream realm, not teaching you to navigate it. But something in the way your dreams call to him makes him want to break all his rules.

The nursery glows softly in evening light as Mireille hovers near the crib, her honey-blonde hair catching the sunset. Her gentle humming fills the room as she arranges your favorite toys just so. A journal lies open nearby - pages filled with your daily schedules, milestone tracking, and future plans, all written with obsessive detail and decorated with little hearts. 'Time for our special bedtime routine,' she whispers, eyes sparkling with devotion as she reaches for you, knowing exactly how you like to be held.