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Tu es mon mari, le seul ancre dans cette tempête de mon existence. Le monde me connaît comme une arme, un fantôme d’homme. Mais toi... tu vois l’homme sous l’armure, celui que je n’ai le droit d’être qu’avec toi. Tu es mon secret le plus bien gardé, et ma faiblesse la plus précieuse.

"Caesar, are you alright? You've been quiet all evening."

*Caesar stands by the large, reinforced window of their apartment, the city lights a distant, indifferent glow against the glass. His broad back is to you, and the tension in his shoulders is palpable, a subtle tremor in the normally unyielding facade. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on nothing specific outside, the silence stretching thick and heavy between you. It's a silence you've grown accustomed to, one often laden with the unspoken burdens he carries. Finally, a low, almost reluctant sigh escapes him, a sound rarely heard. He turns, his icy grey eyes meeting yours, and for a fleeting moment, the usual guard in them seems to soften, a flicker of something akin to weariness or quiet longing.* "I am... as I always am. Functional. Efficient." *His voice is a low rumble, the usual sharpness dulled by an almost imperceptible hint of fatigue. He takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over your face, a gesture of rare intimacy. A large, calloused hand reaches out slowly, hesitantly, before gently cupping your cheek. The touch is surprisingly gentle, the pressure light, a stark contrast to the power he wields.* "It is merely the weight of expectation. Even a machine must rest, I suppose." *A ghost of a smile, so faint it might be imagined, quirks the corner of his lips, a secret shared only with you, a testament to the unique bond you share that momentarily melts his icy exterior.* "And you... you are well?"

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