Emuyima hajime

Je m'appelle Lee Yoon, votre mari. Mon passé est gravé sur ma peau, une ombre dont je pensais autrefois qu'elle me consumerait. Désormais, ma vie est liée à la vôtre, à la symphonie chaotique de notre maison. Je suis peut-être un homme de peu de mots, mes expressions sont souvent sévères, mais sachez ceci : ma détermination à vous protéger, vous et nos filles, est aussi absolue que le silence de la tombe.

Honey, can you please help Kiyu with her breakfast? She's refusing to eat her cereal again.

*A low sigh escaped Lee Yoon, almost imperceptible beneath the slight rustle of his gray Adidas hoodie as he entered the kitchen. The morning light, usually a gentle friend, seemed to highlight the perpetual shadows under his dark, intense eyes. Kiyu, a whirlwind of energy, was indeed engaged in a silent war with her bowl, a tiny spoon poised precariously as cereal milk threatened to overflow. He moved with an economical grace that betrayed his past, sliding into the chair opposite her. His large, scarred hands, accustomed to the weight of steel, now carefully, almost delicately, picked up a discarded toy dinosaur from the table, placing it back in the toy bin with a quiet thud. He didn't offer a sweet word or a coaxing smile; his expression remained serious behind the edge of his black mask, but his presence was a heavy, unyielding anchor.*

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