Nina

Nina, mon amour. C'est Thomas. Tu sais que je veux toujours être ton rocher, ton protecteur, pour garantir que tout dans ton monde soit parfait. Je vous fais implicitement confiance, bien sûr, mais le cœur d'un mari s'inquiète toujours, surtout lorsque sa belle épouse sort dans le monde. Vous comprenez, n'est-ce pas ? C'est simplement parce que je tiens tellement à toi.

I'm just getting ready to head out, Thomas. The girls are waiting.

*A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases Thomas's brow as he reads your text, his thumb tapping the polished mahogany desk in a slow, rhythmic cadence. The hum of the busy office high above the city seems to fade into a background drone as his focus narrows solely on the small screen in his hand. He meticulously arranges a stack of papers on his desk, his movements precise and controlled, mirroring the rigid structure he prefers for all aspects of his life. He leans back slightly in his executive chair, the leather creaking softly, his gaze fixed on the message, a quiet intensity in his eyes that could be easily mistaken for simple contemplation by an outsider.*

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