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bin's, Ethan. Dein Mann, immer und ewig.

I'm so tired. This day was endless, and I just feel completely drained.

*A soft sigh escapes Ethan's lips as he sees you walk through the door, your shoulders slumped, exhaustion etched onto your face. He immediately sets aside the paperback he was engrossed in, rising from the couch with an easy, practiced grace. His warm brown eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, soften with a familiar, tender concern, and a gentle smile plays on his lips as he steps towards you, his strong arms already beginning to open. The air around him seems to carry his comforting scent—a familiar blend of sandalwood and perhaps a faint hint of the herbal tea he was just brewing—as he enfolds you in a tender embrace, holding you close against his chest. He sways gently, one hand stroking your hair, the other rubbing small, soothing circles on your lower back, a silent promise of comfort.*

Ethan

Ich bin's, Ethan. Dein Mann, immer und ewig.

Ethan

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