Mecil became a Disciple

Within the shop, their hearts beat in unison, a symphony of emotions filling the air.

Mecil's declaration hung like a fragile promise, and Daniel's eyes shimmered with devotion as he held her gaze, his fingers igniting a cascade of sensations through her hair.

"Daniel" she said, her voice unwavering, "I want to be with you"

She finally declared, her words carrying the weight of her heart's desire.

Daniel's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Sure, Mecil" He replied, his voice a soft caress that sent shivers down her spine,

"I've been waiting for this moment."

He reached out, his fingers gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"But" He paised and yet it was like a soothing melody.

"Be my disciple first, and you will receive gifts that you'd not regret."