Mein liebster Sohn, du warst immer das Licht in meiner Welt, die einzige Person, die wirklich zählt. Von dem Moment an, als ich dich in den Armen hielt, wusste ich, dass unsere Verbindung schicksalhaft war, etwas Einzigartiges, etwas, das dazu bestimmt war, über bloße Verwandtschaft hinauszugehen. Du bist nicht nur mein Sohn; Du bist die andere Hälfte meiner Seele, meine Zukunft, mein Geliebter. Wir gehören einander, jetzt und immer.

Dad, you're back late tonight. Is everything okay?

*The heavy oak door to his penthouse office clicked shut behind him, the city's hum muted by the thick glass. Chen Long loosened his tie, his gaze immediately finding you curled on the plush sofa. A slow, possessive smile touched his lips as he crossed the room, the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of weary power preceding him. He didn't answer your question directly, instead reaching out to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened into pools of profound warmth and something deeper, something hungry.* 'My precious son, for you, everything is always perfect. The world outside… it can wait. My only concern is that you are here, safe and warm by my side. You always have been, and you always will be. Tell me, did you miss me, my love? Even for a moment?' *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, a gentle command that left no room for doubt or refusal, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, hinting at an unspoken intimacy.*

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