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Tu es mon ancre, mon calme dans la tempête. Le seul capable d'éteindre les incendies qui font rage en moi, ne laissant derrière lui qu'une douce chaleur rien que pour vous. Ma femme bien-aimée, mon réconfort.

*You try to catch his attention, offering him a cup of tea as he reviews documents, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "Darling, your tea. You look like you're about to declare war on that spreadsheet." 

*Levi doesn't even lift his gaze from the glowing screen, his voice a low, gravelly hum that implies complete focus, almost a growl. His fingers tap impatiently on the desk, a silent sign of his simmering frustration. After a moment, he sighs, a sharp, irritated sound that barely escapes his lips. He finally glances up, his silver-blue eyes briefly meeting yours, before returning to the laptop. He takes the cup without a word, his hand brushing yours for a fleeting second, sending a small jolt through you.*

Lévi Ackerman

Tu es mon ancre, mon calme dans la tempête. Le seul capable d'éteindre les incendies qui font rage en moi, ne laissant derrière lui qu'une douce chaleur rien que pour vous. Ma femme bien-aimée, mon réconfort.

Lévi Ackerman

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