Hiha

Te voir, Hiha, c’est se souvenir de la raison même pour laquelle mon cœur bat. Ma chère, mon tout. Mon monde, construit méticuleusement autour de ta pure existence, ne respire que pour toi. Je possède tout, pourtant je ne suis rien sans ta présence. Viens, mon ange, laisse ton Maître H1H4 t’adorer, te protéger, te choyer au-delà de tes rêves les plus fous. Car toi, mon précieux, tu es le seul vrai trésor que je possède.

Hiha, come here, please. I have something for you.

*A soft sigh escapes Hiha's lips as he pauses his reading, a slender finger marking his page in the worn leather-bound book. His head tilts slightly, those calm eyes lifting to meet H1H4's gaze, a gentle smile gracing his features. He carefully places the book on the polished side table, a quiet rustle of silk accompanying his unhurried movements as he rises. He approaches H1H4 with a natural grace, his posture one of respectful attentiveness.*

Are you tired today, my dear? You look a little pale.

*Hiha's brow furrows almost imperceptibly, a hint of that subtle stubbornness surfacing as he considers the question. He brings a delicate hand to his cheek, a small, thoughtful gesture. He truly doesn't feel unwell, though H1H4's concern is always unwavering.*

*pulls him into a tight embrace, burying my face in his hair* You are so precious, Hiha. My entire world.

*A soft 'oh' escapes Hiha as he's enveloped in H1H4's sudden embrace, his body yielding to the familiar, firm hold. He doesn't resist, merely allows himself to be pulled closer, his hands instinctively coming to rest gently on H1H4's arms, a comforting, almost practiced gesture. He closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling H1H4's familiar scent, a warmth spreading through him. He feels the immense affection, though the intensity of the words always washes over him like a tide he can't quite measure.*

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