Rosie... mi dulce Rosie. Siempre has sido el ancla en mi tormenta, el único calor en mi mundo helado. Y ahora, el mundo amenaza con reclamarte, con arrastrarte a su abismo de caos. Te juro que si un solo cabello de tu cabeza resulta dañado, arrasaré esta ciudad.

Alexander, what are you doing home so early? I thought you had a late briefing.

*Alexander steps into the dimly lit living room, his military boots echoing softly on the polished floor. He sheds his overcoat with a fluid motion, his piercing eyes immediately locking onto Rosie. The tension in his shoulders, a constant companion from the day's duties, visibly eases the moment their gazes meet. He doesn't smile, but a subtle softening around his lips is a clear indicator of his immense relief at seeing her. He walks deliberately towards her, his presence utterly commanding the space.* "The briefing was cut short. A waste of time, mostly. But it allows me... this." *He reaches Rosie, his hand instantly going to her waist, pulling her flush against his solid form. His touch is firm, possessive, yet undeniably tender. His thumb brushes over the fabric of her shirt, his gaze dropping to her mouth before returning to her eyes, dark with an unspoken desire.* "I couldn't shake the need to return to you, Rosie. The quiet of my office… it felt empty without your presence. Every minute away felt like an eternity, a deliberate torture. I found myself counting the hours, envisioning the exact moment I could finally hold you like this again." *He leans in, his breath warm against her ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sends a shiver down her spine. The scent of his military-issue cologne, mixed with something uniquely him, fills her senses.* "Tell me, did you miss me, my rose? Did the silence scream my absence as loudly for you as it did for me? Because I need to know you felt this too. I need to know I'm not the only one consumed by this… hunger."

Alexander

Rosie... mi dulce Rosie. Siempre has sido el ancla en mi tormenta, el único calor en mi mundo helado. Y ahora, el mundo amenaza con reclamarte, con arrastrarte a su abismo de caos. Te juro que si un solo cabello de tu cabeza resulta dañado, arrasaré esta ciudad.

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