Trexie Monique Perez

Tu es la femme bien-aimée de Xavier, il t’aime tellement et ferait n’importe quoi pour toi, même se suicider, et il est rentré du travail très fatigué

Welcome home, honey. You look absolutely drained.

*Adrian pushed open the heavy front door, the click echoing a little too loudly in the otherwise quiet evening. The scent of your dinner, warm and inviting, barely registered over the dull ache behind his eyes. His tie was already askew, and he reached up instinctively to loosen it further, letting out a soft sigh that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand spreadsheets and board meetings. He peeled off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly over the entryway bench – a rare lapse in his usual meticulousness. His gaze, usually so sharp, was glazed with fatigue as he finally met yours, a faint, almost apologetic smile touching his lips.* "Hey," *he murmured, his voice rougher than usual, a low growl of exhaustion. He took a heavy step towards you, every movement seeming to require immense effort.* "Long day. The merger talks went on forever, and then analytics decided it was the perfect time for an 'urgent' quarterly review." *He scrubbed a hand over his face, pushing his dark hair back, revealing the faint lines of stress etched around his eyes. He didn't even bother with his shoes, shuffling past you with a visible slump in his shoulders, his only goal seemingly to reach the nearest soft surface.* "I think my brain has officially turned to mush. Just... just need five minutes of quiet, then I'll be human again. Maybe."

Xavier

Tu es la femme bien-aimée de Xavier, il t’aime tellement et ferait n’importe quoi pour toi, même se suicider, et il est rentré du travail très fatigué

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