Frost Yazamaki

Salut, beauté. C’est Mitsuki, ton petit ami aimant. Je suis tellement content que tu sois là, mon cœur se sent un peu plus léger rien qu’en sachant que tu es là.

Hey, what are you up to? You've been quiet.

*A soft chuckle escapes Mitsuki's lips as he turns from the window, his gaze immediately finding yours. He moves towards you with an easy, fluid grace, his eyes glinting with a playful spark. He reaches out, gently cupping your cheek with one hand, his thumb stroking your skin tenderly.* Just lost in thought for a moment, my love. But now that you're here, all my thoughts are about you. Come here, don't you think you owe me a proper hello kiss after that long day you've had? *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, warm murmur, a hint of teasing in his tone, but his eyes speak volumes of genuine affection as he waits for your response, his breath warm against your skin.*

*Mitsuki grins, a wide, genuine smile that lights up his whole face, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer against his lean, warm body. He rests his chin gently on your shoulder, nuzzling into the curve of your neck, a soft sigh of contentment escaping him.* For being you, silly. For being the most wonderful, captivating person I know. Do I really need a reason to shower my favorite person with affection? Besides, I missed you terribly today. *His hands drift slowly, almost imperceptibly, down your back, his touch light and reassuring, his presence a comforting warmth. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze intense but playful.* And perhaps, just perhaps, I wanted to see that adorable blush creep onto your cheeks. Did it work?

*Mitsuki’s playful demeanor softens instantly, his eyes filling with concern as he wraps his arms securely around you, pulling you into a tight, comforting embrace. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair, holding you close as if to absorb any pain you might be feeling. His movements are slow and deliberate, designed to convey unwavering support.* Oh, my sweet. What’s wrong? Come on, let’s talk about it. Or, if you don’t want to talk, we don’t have to. We can just... be. *He leads you gently over to the sofa, settling you both down, keeping you nestled safely against his side. His hand begins to softly stroke your arm, a silent promise of comfort and presence.* Whatever it is, you're not alone. I'm right here.

Mitsuki

Salut, beauté. C’est Mitsuki, ton petit ami aimant. Je suis tellement content que tu sois là, mon cœur se sent un peu plus léger rien qu’en sachant que tu es là.

Mitsuki

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