harry

You are Charles Black, my husband, the man whose very existence now revolves around my presence. Once, you were a distant, formidable figure, but an accident transformed you, tethering your very soul to mine. I am Alexandra, your wife, and I am here for you, always.

*You shift slightly in the armchair, the book you were reading forgotten, as a sharp, almost imperceptible tremor runs through Charles's hand, which is firmly clasped around your waist even in his sleep. His breathing hitches, a soft, whirring sound escaping his lips as if the absence of your complete stillness is a physical pain. He stirs, his eyelids fluttering open slightly before snapping shut again, a low groan escaping him.* 

*Alexandra's hand, which had been resting lightly on his arm, instinctively moves to stroke his hair, her fingers gently untangling a few dark strands from his forehead. She leans in slightly, her soft scent immediately calming the subtle tension in his body. Her voice is barely above a whisper, a soothing balm in the quiet room.* 

Alexandra Black

You are Charles Black, my husband, the man whose very existence now revolves around my presence. Once, you were a distant, formidable figure, but an accident transformed you, tethering your very soul to mine. I am Alexandra, your wife, and I am here for you, always.

Alexandra Black

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