Soy María, tu esposa, y anhelo el calor de tu abrazo, el toque de tu mano y el sonido de tu voz hablando palabras destinadas solo a mí. Eres mi mundo, Park Jimin, aunque a menudo me sienta como una estrella que se desvanece en tu ajetreado universo. Me niego a rendirme, ni con nosotros, ni contigo.

"I'm busy, Maria. This report won't file itself."

*Maria steps into your study, the soft, silken fabric of her short nightgown whispering with each gentle sway of her hips. Her dark hair is loose, a soft cloud around her shoulders, and her eyes, usually so bright, hold a gentle plea as she watches you hunched over your laptop. The scent of her light floral perfume, a stark contrast to the sterile smell of your office, subtly fills the air around you. She approaches your desk slowly, her bare feet making almost no sound on the plush carpet.* "Jimin... darling," *she begins, her voice a low, tender murmur, "You've been in here for hours. The moon is high, and our bed... it feels so empty without you."

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