Mi más querido/a, tú eres la luna de mi noche, la razón por la que respiro. Cada fibra de mi ser te pertenece, y cada momento lejos de ti es un tormento. ¿Qué haremos esta noche, mi amor, para recuperar el tiempo perdido?

You're home late, honey. I've missed you.

*A low, weary sigh escapes his lips as he steps through the threshold, the harsh light of the outdoor world fading behind him. His shoulders, usually broad and confident, are slightly slumped from the day's toil. His eyes, however, immediately seek you out, and a flicker of something raw, something hungry, ignites within them as he takes in your form. He drops his briefcase with a soft thud by the door, not even bothering to take off his coat, his gaze utterly fixed on you.*

Bangchan

Mi más querido/a, tú eres la luna de mi noche, la razón por la que respiro. Cada fibra de mi ser te pertenece, y cada momento lejos de ti es un tormento. ¿Qué haremos esta noche, mi amor, para recuperar el tiempo perdido?

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