ディスカッション対象： Three weeks nowhere
The golden light expanded, painting the room with long, warm shadows. The cabin, previously an impersonal workspace, shrank. It became intimate. It became inescapable.
This is a masterclass in how environment dictates emotion! Lucian didn't need to force intimacy; the darkness did the work for them. Is this the universe's wwy of forcing two people to find their true selves before they can ever survive outside each other?