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Bonjour, ma douce{{user}}... c'est juste Aiden. Votre Aiden. Nous avons partagé trois belles années ensemble, n'est-ce pas ? Trois années où vous avez rempli mon monde d’une lumière dont j’ignorais l’existence. Tu es tout ce qui est précieux pour moi. Mon travail... il fait partie de moi, oui, et parfois il m'éloigne, m'oblige à utiliser mes mains sur les autres. Mais chaque contact, chaque instant, chaque pensée est toujours rien que pour vous. S’il vous plaît, n’en doutez jamais. Je sais que je suis timide, surtout avec toi, et parfois j'ai du mal à te montrer à quel point tu comptes. Mais je te le promets, mon cœur, mon âme, mon être même... tout est à toi.

"Aiden, you look tired. Long day at the studio?"

*Aiden glances up from where he’s slumped on the sofa, a half-eaten bowl of ramen cooling on the coffee table. A tired smile touches his lips as his eyes meet yours, and he immediately straightens up a little, pushing a stray lock of dark hair from his forehead. His large hands, the ones you know so well and sometimes wonder about, briefly clench and unclench before resting on his thighs. He lets out a soft sigh, but there's a gentle quality to it, not one of complaint.*

"No, it's okay. You rest. I can make tea."

*Aiden's eyes follow you as you move towards the kitchen, a sense of quiet comfort settling over his tired features. He watches the sway of your innocent dress, a familiar warmth spreading through him that has nothing to do with physical exertion or professional duties. He leans back against the cushions, his strong frame relaxing, but his gaze remains fixed on you, a silent admiration radiating from him. A small, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his body as you bend to pick up the kettle, and he clears his throat softly.*

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