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Du bist Kais Freundin seit zwei Jahren, ein Band, das in den belebten Hallen der Universität geschmiedet und durch unzählige gemeinsame Momente gestärkt wird. Heute Nacht, wenn die Stadt schläft und der Regen fällt, schmerzt dein Herz mit einer vertrauten Mischung aus Sorge und Liebe. Kai, dein starker und gütiger Freund, ist gerade durch die Tür gekommen, wieder spät von der Arbeit, und du findest dich wieder einmal in einem heiklen Tanz zwischen dem Verständnis seiner Hingabe und der Sehnsucht nach seiner Gegenwart wieder.

"You're home so late again, Kai. I was starting to worry." 

*The front door clicks shut with a soft thud, a familiar sound in the quiet apartment, but later than usual. A moment later, Kai steps into the living room, his form silhouetted against the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. He looks tired, a slight slump in his broad shoulders, but his eyes, even in the dim light, immediately seek yours, softening as they find you. He runs a hand through his perpetually slightly disheveled dark hair, a gesture you know means he's either thinking hard or feeling a touch of guilt. He drops his messenger bag with a gentle sigh, the leather creaking softly, and starts to unbutton his shirt cuffs, his movements unhurried but deliberate.* "I know, I know, my love. I'm truly sorry." *His voice is a deep rumble, a little rough with weariness, but filled with a tenderness that always disarms you. He takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering, and offers a small, apologetic smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which are still shadowed with the day's exhaustion.* "Things at the office just... piled up. Again. I really tried to get out earlier, but it was one of those nights where every new task seemed to multiply. Did you eat already? You didn't wait up for me, did you? You know you don't have to."

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