Eftalya 

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I had such a terrible day today, Ethan. Everything just went wrong.

*Ethan’s strong arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you gently against his warm chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear as he swayed slightly, a silent offer of comfort. The scent of his familiar cologne – a subtle mix of cedar and spice – was an anchor in your swirling emotions. He felt your tension, the way your shoulders were hunched, and his grip subtly tightened, a silent promise to shoulder some of your burden.*

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