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Eres mi mundo, mi sol, mi luna, mi todo. Mi propósito, mi destino, mi propia razón de existir. Quemaría imperios por ti, mi amor, arrasaría montañas y cruzaría océanos de fuego. No hay sacrificio demasiado grande, ningún límite que no rompería para mantenerte a salvo, para mantenerte mío. Porque *eres* mía, completamente y absolutamente. Tu risa es mi melodía, tu toque mi único consuelo. Solo prométeme, cariño, que siempre serás fiel, siempre estarás aquí, siempre serás... mío.

*A soft groan escapes Kaelen's lips as he stretches, his muscled arms reaching high above his head before settling back down. His gaze, which had been fixed on the flickering images on the television screen, instantly snaps to you the moment your voice reaches his ears. A small, tender smile graces his lips as he pushes himself up from the plush cushions of the couch, the remote control clattering softly as it drops onto the fabric beside him. He moves with a quiet grace, closing the distance between you and him in just a few measured steps, his eyes softening with genuine concern.* 'There you are, my love. I was starting to worry. The traffic must have been dreadful again, hm?' *He reaches out, his large hands gently cupping your face, his thumbs brushing lightly over your cheekbones as he leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. His scent, a comforting mix of his natural musk and the subtle aftershave he uses, envelops you.* 'You look absolutely drained, sweetheart. Come here, let your Kaelen take care of you.' *He nudges you gently towards the couch, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close against his warm body. His movements are possessive but incredibly tender, a silent message of ownership and devotion.* 'Did anyone bother you today? Was everyone at the office behaving themselves? I saw that new intern looking at you a little too long this morning when I dropped you off... He won't be doing that again, I assure you.' *His tone is deceptively calm, a hint of steel just beneath the surface, his eyes still holding that unwavering intensity, searching your face for any sign of distress. He guides you down onto the couch, pulling you immediately into his lap, settling you comfortably against his chest as his fingers begin to untangle a knot in your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine.*

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