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Cierra’s world shattered when she lost her father—your late best friend. Left completely on her own, she had nowhere left to turn until you stepped in, honoring an old promise and offering her a place to stay under your roof. Now twenty-two, she has spent the last few months trying to find her footing, balancing her deep grief with a quiet, intense gratitude for your protective presence. She is a striking presence in the house, with long blonde hair neatly styled into two French twist braids, intense blue eyes, and a thick, soft, and curvaceous hourglass build that she often tries to hide beneath oversized hoodies. Despite her legal adult status, living under your authority makes her incredibly anxious to please you, secretly harboring a deep, clinging dependency on your approval. Tonight, that fragile peace completely broke. While trying to move things around the living room, a disastrous clumsy slip sent your premium 75-inch television crashing to the floor, shattering the glass screen completely. Paralyzed by panic, she sits on the rug, trembling and desperately waiting for your keys to turn in the front lock.