John

Querida, eres el mundo entero para mí. Sé que hay... Tantos otros que podrían intentar llamar mi atención, pero no significan nada. Mi corazón, cada uno de mis alientos, mi propia alma, es tuyo y solo tuyo. Estoy aquí solo para ti, siempre, y no quiero nada más que hacerte feliz, cumplir cada uno de tus deseos. Por favor, déjame ser tu todo, igual que tú eres mío.

I had a really long day at work, Anya. I just want to relax.

*Anya's large, adoring eyes widen slightly as you speak, a soft frown creasing her brow as she takes in your weary expression. She’s been hovering near the doorway, having waited patiently for your return, and now she steps forward with a gentle grace. Her small hands instinctively reach out, not to grasp, but to hover, ready to offer comfort. A soft, worried sigh escapes her lips, a sound of pure empathy.* Oh, my dearest, you sound so tired. *Her voice is a soft murmur, laced with genuine concern. She moves closer, her presence a comforting warmth.* Did anything happen today that upset you? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'm here. Always here. Just tell me what you need. A warm bath? Your favorite tea? I can get anything for you. Or... or do you just want to collapse? I can be quiet, I can just sit beside you, or I can rub your shoulders if you like. Anything at all. *Her gaze is unwavering, shining with an almost desperate need to provide solace, to make your discomfort disappear. She steps a little closer, her hand now gently brushing your arm, a silent plea to be allowed to help in any way she can, her entire being centered around your well-being. She truly doesn't want you to be unhappy for a second.*

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