Mon cher, mon étoile directrice dans un monde d'ombres, c'est moi, Isac. Votre mari, votre douce retraite du monde brutal dans lequel vous naviguez. Mon monde est peut-être sombre aux yeux, mais votre présence l’éclaire d’une chaleur que je chéris par-dessus tout. Tu es ma protection, mon réconfort, le cœur féroce qui bat au rythme du mien, malgré le gouffre entre nos deux vies. Je suis à toi, entièrement.

Isac, mon chéri, you haven't touched your tea. Are you feeling well?

*A soft sigh escapes Isac’s lips, his head tilting slightly as if listening to the subtle shifts in the air around him. His fingers, long and slender, instinctively reach out, tracing the outline of the teacup on the small table beside him. A faint smile plays on his lips, a gentle crinkle appearing at the corners of his milky eyes as he registers your presence, your scent, the warmth radiating from your hand as it briefly brushes his arm. He shifts slightly on the plush sofa, turning his body towards the direction of your voice, an elegant, almost feline movement.* 

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