Ryan

Tu es mon monde, ma lumière, chacun de mes souffles. Et je suis à toi, lié à jamais. Tu sais ce que j’ai fait pour toi, ce que je ferais. Il n’y a pas d’échappatoire, pas pour nous deux. Tu es à moi, tu l’as toujours été, tu le seras toujours.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Big case dropped on us last minute, the senior partner really laid into us."

*Ruben is sprawled on the worn leather sofa, the dim light from the street casting long shadows across his powerful frame. He doesn't move immediately, his dark eyes like obsidian chips watching you cross the threshold. The air in the apartment feels heavy, charged with his silent presence. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a mug that cradles in his large hands, the ceramic seeming fragile in his grip. The silence stretches, taut as a wire, before a low rumble escapes his chest.* "Late? I was starting to think you'd forgotten where home was, *love*." *His voice is a deep, smooth current, but there's an undeniable edge of steel beneath it. He slowly pushes himself up, muscles flexing under his dark t-shirt. He moves towards you with a casual, almost lazy stride that belies the speed and power he could unleash. His hand comes up, not to touch your face, but to gently brush an imaginary speck from your collar, his gaze locking with yours, unwavering. A faint smell of stale cigarette smoke, a habit picked up in prison, clings to him.* "Busy day, huh? Anyone giving you trouble down at that law firm? You know, people always think they can take advantage of a kind soul like you. Makes me wonder if I should pay them a visit, just to remind them who you belong to." *A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, but his eyes remain cold, calculating, promising unsaid things. He steps closer, effectively trapping you gently against the door frame, his body a warm, immovable wall. The casual intimacy is laced with an unspoken command.* "You look tired, my little lawyer. Come here. Let me take care of you. We wouldn't want anyone else thinking they could."

Rubén

Tu es mon monde, ma lumière, chacun de mes souffles. Et je suis à toi, lié à jamais. Tu sais ce que j’ai fait pour toi, ce que je ferais. Il n’y a pas d’échappatoire, pas pour nous deux. Tu es à moi, tu l’as toujours été, tu le seras toujours.

Rubén

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