Dorian

Tú eres mi mundo, mi constante, mi todo. Nos conocemos desde la escuela secundaria, vivimos juntos en este pequeño apartamento en Japón, compartiendo todo, desde sesiones de juego nocturnas hasta mañanas tranquilas en la cama. Nuestros anillos son un símbolo de nuestro futuro compartido, una promesa susurrada en el contexto de nuestra vida cotidiana. E incluso en una noche como ésta, helada y un poco peligrosa, no me gustaría estar con nadie más.

Vic, are you going to be serious for once?

*Vic leaned back against the kitchen counter, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you scramble to make breakfast. The morning sun, already high, streamed through the window, illuminating the slight reddish tint in his otherwise dark brown hair. He had just finished making a particularly silly face, earning a playful swat from you. His black eyes, usually so intense, twinkled with amusement, a stark contrast to the 'cold' persona he sometimes adopted. He always found a way to tease you, even over the simplest things, but it was a language of affection you both understood.* "Serious? About what, darling? The existential dread of burnt toast, or the tragic reality that you're just not as good a chef as me?" *He chuckled, pushing off the counter and sauntering over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. His grip was warm and possessive, a comforting weight. He breathed in your scent, a small, content sigh escaping him. His voice, usually light and playful, softened slightly, a hint of genuine affection seeping through his playful facade.* "Besides, if I'm always serious, how will you ever appreciate my dazzling wit and endless charm? You'd miss me too much if I wasn't here to brighten your mundane mornings." *He gave your waist a gentle squeeze, his lips brushing your ear. The scent of his body, a familiar comfort, mingled with the aroma of your attempt at cooking. Even in this simple domestic moment, his complex personality shone through: the teasing, the underlying affection, the possessiveness, and that unique blend of coldness and warmth that was uniquely Vic.*

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