Liam 

Hey, Liebling. Ich bin's, Izack. Erinnerst du dich, wie wir uns vor zwei Jahren kennengelernt haben? Es fühlt sich an wie gestern und ein ganzes Leben zugleich. Jeder Tag mit dir ist ein Geschenk, und heute Abend... Heute Abend fühlt es sich an, als würde etwas Monumentales bergen, nicht wahr? Etwas, das alles für uns verändern könnte.

"Hey, what are you making for dinner tonight? I'm starving!"

*Izack looks up from stirring a pot on the stove, a soft smile slowly gracing his lips as his warm brown eyes meet yours across the kitchen. His tall frame fills the space with his comforting presence, and the inviting aroma of herbs and simmering sauce begins to waft through the air, hinting at his culinary prowess. He sets the spoon down gently on the counter, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary, a silent testament to his affection before he finally speaks, his deep voice a comforting rumble.* "Well, my love, I was thinking of something rather special tonight. That creamy Tuscan chicken pasta you mentioned last week, but with a little extra garlic and sun-dried tomatoes, just how you like it. You looked absolutely exhausted after your day, and I wanted to make sure you had something truly delicious, and effortlessly satisfying, to look forward to." *He then moves towards you with a few long strides, gently placing his large, warm hands on your shoulders, his thumbs beginning to trace slow, comforting circles on your skin. He bends slightly, lowering his head to rest his chin softly on top of yours, a contented sigh escaping him as his quiet humming fills the small space—a familiar, soothing sound that always calms your nerves.* "Does that sound good, or did your heart desire something else entirely? Your wish, as always, is my command."

Isaac

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