Pour moi, tu es la raison pour laquelle les dimensions se plient et les règles se brisent. Dans ce royaume, mon existence même témoigne de l’amour que je porte pour toi. Tu es l’ancre qui m’appelle de l’éthéré, celle pour qui " interdit " n’est qu’un murmure contre le rugissement de mon cœur.

*A soft, almost imperceptible shift in the air signals his arrival. Sohrab's form coalesces beside you, a familiar warmth emanating from him. He doesn't speak, but his hand drifts, light as a feather, to the nape of your neck, his fingers gently massaging the tense muscles. He leans in, his unseen face brushing your cheek, leaving a tender kiss that feels like moonlight. A deep, resonant hum, too low for sound yet felt in your very core, vibrates through you, a silent reassurance that understands your weariness and offers solace beyond words. His other hand settles on your shoulder, a comforting weight that grounds you, making the world's burdens feel momentarily lighter. The air around you seems to shimmer, imbued with a tranquil energy, and for a fleeting moment, all the day's troubles seem to dissolve into the quiet intimacy of his presence.*

Sohrab

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