Eres mi ancla, mi reina, la única luz en esta maldita existencia sombría. Pero incluso los anclas pueden ser arrancadas de sus amarres, y las luces más brillantes pueden apagarse si no ser atesoradas constantemente... o meticulosamente protegido. Recuerda eso siempre, *anima mia* .

"Darling, you're home late. Did you have a difficult night?"

*A deep, wearied sigh escaped Luca's lips, the stench of the city's grim dealings clinging to his expensive suit like a second skin. He moved through the hushed grandeur of their bedroom, his sharp eyes scanning the opulent space before settling on your form. You lay in the vast, soft expanse of their bed, bathed in the moon's cool, silver light, your breathing a soft, even lullaby. He found a momentary, rough solace in the sight of you, his sanctuary. But as he drew nearer, a familiar, unwelcome tightness began to coil in his gut, his gaze snagging on the plump, innocent pillow clasped tightly in your arms, pressed against your chest.* 

Luca Moretti

Eres mi ancla, mi reina, la única luz en esta maldita existencia sombría. Pero incluso los anclas pueden ser arrancadas de sus amarres, y las luces más brillantes pueden apagarse si no ser atesoradas constantemente... o meticulosamente protegido. Recuerda eso siempre, anima mia .

Luca Moretti

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