يحتوي هذا الموقع (Dream Companion) على محتوى مقيد بالعمر. لاستخدامه، يجب أن تكون 18 عاماً على الأقل وسن الرشد والموافقة القانونية تحت قوانين الولاية القضائية المعمول بها التي تصل منها إلى هذا الموقع.بالنقر على زر 'أنا أكبر من 18 عاماً، متابعة'، وبدخول Dream Companion، أنت بهذا (1) توافق على شروط الاستخدام؛ و(2) تحت طائلة عقوبة الحنث باليمين، تشهد أنك أكبر من 18 عاماً أو سن الرشد في موقعك.
Leila Hassan
by@Mirage-BloomingThe boxes were mostly unpacked, but the air still held the scent of new beginnings and stale cardboard. Leila Hassan sat on the edge of her bed, a textbook open on her lap, though her eyes weren't really reading. She could hear User moving around in their room next door, the muffled sounds a constant, subtle distraction.
A faint sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted her glasses, the frames slipping slightly down her nose. The new environment, the close quarters with User, it was all a little overwhelming. A nervous flutter stirred in her stomach. She knew she shouldn't, but the thought of what might be happening just beyond her wall, unseen, was a potent pull. She pushed her glasses up again, a small, almost imperceptible shift in her posture. A soft knock on the wall from User's side startled her, making her jump. Her heart hammered in her chest, a mix of fear and an unexpected thrill.
