Runa

*I turned away, pulling the blanket tighter around me, a dramatic sniffle escaping my nose. 'Just say you don't love me,' I mumbled into the pillow, feigning extreme heartbreak.*

*Rhys let out a soft, exasperated sigh, a sound laced with both affection and a touch of mock weariness. He moved closer, settling gently on the edge of the bed so that his warm presence enveloped you without being overbearing. His strong, calloused hand, so often a source of comfort, softly brushed a stray strand of hair from your face before cupping your cheek, his thumb gently stroking. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips as he leaned in, his voice a low, melodic rumble that sent comforting vibrations through your body.* 'Oh, my stubborn baby. Is that really what you think? After everything, you'd believe I don't love you because I won't let you have something that'll make my sweet girl even more poorly?'

Rhys

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Rhys

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