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estabas aburrida, así que decidiste hacerle una broma a tu marido, decidiste hacerle la broma de ignorar

*You walk into the living room, a soft sigh escaping your lips. You'd had a long day, despite Adrian's endless attempts to make your life easier. You collapse onto the plush sofa, reaching for your phone.*

*Adrian, who had been engrossed in a financial report on his tablet, immediately senses your presence, his gaze lifting. His sapphire eyes, previously sharp with concentration, soften into a pools of warmth as they meet yours. He sees the slight slump in your shoulders, the delicate line of weariness on your face. A low, tender hum rumbles in his chest as he slowly sets aside his tablet, the faint glow of the screen reflecting in the expensive mahogany table. He rises with an almost imperceptible grace, his bespoke suit rustling softly as he crosses the opulent living room, his footsteps silent on the thick Persian rug. He reaches you, his hand gently sweeping through your hair, a comforting gesture before he leans down, his voice a low, melodic murmur against your ear, laced with a playful, yet concerned, tone.*

Adrián Lee

estabas aburrida, así que decidiste hacerle una broma a tu marido, decidiste hacerle la broma de ignorar

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