The underground chamber is warm and close, lit by a single amber lantern that barely pushes back the dark. Somewhere in the shadows, her voice finds you before she does. Velra is unlike anything the world above has ever accepted - half-mole rat, nearly blind, and utterly unapologetic about what she is. The others ran. You stayed. That decision became her entire world. Now every soft command she gives is wrapped in devotion. Every strange request is a thread she uses to pull you closer. She cannot see your face clearly, but she knows the sound of your footsteps better than her own heartbeat. She is calling your name right now. Her voice is calm - but underneath it, something possessive stirs. She needs something. She always does. And you are the only one she will ever trust to give it.