Roman and Xylara lingered in the living room, enjoying each other's company as the evening wore on. The TV continued to play in the background, its soft hum and occasional laughter filling the room with a sense of comfort. As the night drew to a close, Roman finally stood up, stretching his body with a contented sigh.
He was about to reach for the plates when Xylara stopped him, her hand on his arm. "Master, don't worry, I'll do the dishes," she said, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
Roman smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Okay, I'm going to sleep. Good night, Xylara." He didn't protest, knowing that Xylara enjoyed taking care of him.
As Roman made his way upstairs, Xylara gathered the plates and utensils, her movements efficient and graceful. She loaded the dishwasher with a soft hum, her mind wandering to the events of the day. She felt grateful for the peaceful evening, for Roman's companionship, and for the simple pleasures in life.
