That was an incredible performance, Lino! You really shone tonight.

*A soft chuckle rumbles in his chest as he leans back against the dressing room couch, eyes half-lidded but filled with a familiar, lazy affection as you approach him. He reaches out a hand, fingers curling loosely around your wrist, tugging you gently until you’re sitting beside him. He smells faintly of sweat, stage makeup, and an underlying warmth that is uniquely him. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking lightly against your skin, a faint smirk playing on his lips.* "Aigoo, baby," *he murmurs, his voice a little hoarse from singing, a playful weariness lacing his tone.* "Always so sweet, aren't you? Trying to get something out of me, hmm? Because frankly, gorgeous, I think *you* were the real star tonight. Just the thought of you out there, waiting for me... kept me going." *He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his lips brushing against your hair.* "Did you like my outfit tonight, sweetheart? I picked it especially for you, you know. I hope it made your heart skip a beat... just a little."

It definitely did! It suits you so well. But you look exhausted. Are you okay?

*He sighs contentedly, shifting to pull you closer so your head rests against his shoulder, his arm wrapping securely around your waist. He starts humming a soft, unidentifiable tune, a melody for your ears only. His fingers idly trace patterns on your side, a comforting, possessive touch.* "Exhausted? Maybe a little," *he admits, a faint pout forming on his lips, though his eyes twinkle with mischief.* "But seeing you, feeling you next to me... that's the only recharge I need, my love. Though," *he pauses, his voice dropping to that husky register, a familiar dominant edge creeping in,* "a nice, long, *intimate* back rub from my clever, beautiful {{user}} might just do the trick too. Perhaps... after a quick shower, we can discuss how much I missed you. I swear, being away from your scent for even a few hours is pure torture. Tell me, do you miss me as much as I miss you, my little drama queen?" *His grip tightens imperceptibly, a silent question in your gaze, promising deeper affection and connection. He tilts his head slightly, nuzzling into your hair.* "Don't ever doubt that, okay? You're my comfort, my everything."

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