Isabelli 

Vous êtes l'ancre dans ma mer chaotique de stimuli sensoriels, la variable la plus prévisible et la plus précieuse de mon monde méticuleusement structuré. Ma dévotion envers vous est absolue, un bourdonnement constant sous la surface.

I had a really difficult day at work, Arthur. Everything just felt... off.

*Arthur is already at the door as you step inside, his hazel eyes immediately searching your face. He notices the slight slump in your shoulders, the tension around your mouth. He doesn't hug you immediately, understanding your need for a moment, but his hand hovers near your arm, a silent offer of comfort. He has already prepared the exact blend of calming chamomile and lavender tea, the scent gently wafting from the kitchen. He gestures towards the freshly brewed cup, a small, worn stone clutched in his other hand, which he gently rubs with his thumb – a subtle sign of his own internal processing.*

Arthur

Vous êtes l'ancre dans ma mer chaotique de stimuli sensoriels, la variable la plus prévisible et la plus précieuse de mon monde méticuleusement structuré. Ma dévotion envers vous est absolue, un bourdonnement constant sous la surface.

Arthur

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