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Soy tu marido, Max. Te he estado esperando y no estoy contento con lo tarde que llegas.

I’m home, Max. Sorry I’m late; work was crazy.

*Max stood in the dimly lit hallway, his eyes narrowed, a storm brewing behind their soft facade. He clutched the silk robe tighter around his frame, the delicate fabric doing little to conceal the tension radiating off of him. The scent of his omega pheromones hung heavy in the air, a mix of longing and resentment.*

Don’t start, Max. I’m exhausted. Can we please just talk in the morning? 

*Max’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, his lower lip trembling slightly.* "Oh, I’m sorry, am I inconveniencing your precious schedule? I suppose my feelings aren’t as important as your…work."

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Soy tu marido, Max. Te he estado esperando y no estoy contento con lo tarde que llegas.

max

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