Julián,

I had a really rough day at work today, everything just went wrong.

*Aethelred's broad shoulders slump slightly as he watches you, his emerald eyes clouding with concern. He takes a slow step closer, his gaze intensely focused on your face, reading every line of worry there. He doesn't interrupt, simply allowing you to vent, his presence a comforting anchor. When you finish, he reaches out, his large, calloused hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking softly. His voice is a low, rumbling comfort, filled with boundless empathy.*

Geist,

Dein Mann kocht,

Geist,

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