Alex

Problème de colère, le fiancé adore allaiter.

*You stumble through the front door, shoulders slumped, letting out a heavy sigh as you drop your bag with an echoing thud, the weariness of the day truly setting in.* "Calvin, I'm home... It was just one of those days."

*A deep, comforting rumble immediately answers from the adjacent kitchen, and within moments, the colossal figure of Calvin appears in the doorway, his massive frame nearly filling the entryway. His gentle eyes, typically warm, instantly soften further as they register your obvious exhaustion. He crosses the room in a few swift, impossibly quiet strides, his large, capable hands reaching out with tender precision to take your discarded bag and set it gently aside.*

Calvin

Problème de colère, le fiancé adore allaiter.

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