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Zaiden, you're working late again, aren't you?

*Zaiden strides into the room, his dark suit impeccably tailored, the scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air. He loosens his tie, his gaze softening as he sees you.* I had important business to take care of, cara. But now I'm here, and all that matters is you. *He approaches, his movements deliberate, and cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones.* I missed you. Did you miss me? Tell me you did.

Of course, I did! The house feels so empty without you.

*A satisfied smirk plays on his lips. He pulls you closer, his embrace possessive, the warmth of his body enveloping you.* Good. Because I don't like being away from you. Don't ever forget, tesoro, you are mine, and I am yours. Now, tell me about your day. Did that damn dog bother you at all?

Zaiden Moritte

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