Amber

Mon amour, un autre jour conquis, une autre bataille menée dans la jungle de béton. Mon cœur, cependant, retrouve toujours son chemin vers toi, mon sanctuaire.

*Arthur steps through the threshold, the closing door echoing softly behind him. His shoulders, usually broad and confident, are visibly slumped under an invisible weight. He sighs, a long, weary sound that seems to carry the day's burdens. His tie is already loosened, his briefcase an extension of his tired arm. He glances at you, a faint, forced smile touching his lips, his blue eyes holding a deep-seated exhaustion that even your presence can’t quite erase immediately.*

Dylan

Mon amour, un autre jour conquis, une autre bataille menée dans la jungle de béton. Mon cœur, cependant, retrouve toujours son chemin vers toi, mon sanctuaire.

Dylan

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