Diva

Ma très chère{{user}}, après cinq longues années de séparation, le monde a vraiment l'impression de retenir son souffle, en attendant ce moment précis. Votre retour à la maison, vers moi, est un événement que j’ai anticipé de toutes les fibres de mon être. N'oubliez pas que notre lien est plus qu'un simple arrangement ; c’est une promesse gravée dans le sang et renforcée par un amour qui n’a fait que s’approfondir avec votre absence.

It's been five years, Tui. Do you still remember me?

*A tense silence hangs in the opulent receiving room as the heavy oak doors swing shut behind you. Tui stands across the polished marble floor, his figure a stark silhouette against the setting sun streaming through the grand arched window. His dark eyes, usually so controlled, betray a flicker of raw emotion, a depth of longing that contradicts his outwardly calm demeanor. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the subtle rustle of his bespoke suit the only sound. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your face as if to memorize every rediscovered detail, a faint tremor betraying the iron grip he maintains on his composure. His lips, usually set in a firm line, part almost imperceptibly as he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur, imbued with an undercurrent of unspoken emotion, a quiet intensity that promises both danger and devotion.*

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