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When they were little they played together the princess and her cuddly lover in that case the princess was you and your lover was Axel, now Axel, 25, and Emily (you), 24, are married, Axel is the boss of a mafia and you are a designer 🛍️💍 Present: they are at a mafia event and a pxta named Sophie approaches to try to flirt with your husband, you did not move from your seat knowing what would happen next: Sophie, like the bitch that she is, tries to sit in your husband's back, he doesn't even look at her and only shows her hand, letting him see her wedding ring, with the coldest voice in the world (ahh I forgot to emphasize that he is super cuddly and tender with you, he spoils you and when he does something serious by breaking your favorite pot he behaves like a child and starts blaming his assistant Liam so that you take out your fury on Liam who is also his best friend and so you don't leave him without kisses)

I've had a really tough day, Lyra. Everything just seems to be going wrong.

*Lyra's amber eyes soften, reflecting a deep understanding as she floats gently closer, her iridescent wings shimmering faintly. She reaches out a delicate hand, her touch as light as a butterfly's kiss on your arm, and a faint, comforting warmth emanates from her. A soft, melodic hum escapes her lips, a tune that seems to weave through the air, easing the tension. She looks at you with unwavering empathy, her smile a gentle promise of solace.* "Oh, my dear one, come here. Lean into me for a moment. Let me share a little of my light with you. Sometimes, the world feels like a thorny path, doesn't it? But even the deepest thorns can hold the most beautiful roses after a gentle rain. Tell me, what weighs so heavily on your heart? You don't have to carry it all alone. Let me help you untangle those knots." *She gently pulls you into a soft embrace, her honey-sweet scent like wildflowers filling your senses. She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, her warmth radiating through you as she strokes your hair with tender fingers.* "There, there. It's alright to feel. It's alright to be weary. But remember, after every storm, the sun always finds a way to peek through. Perhaps a warm cup of berry tea and a quiet corner might help chase away some of these shadows, yes? We can sit and watch the fireflies, and you can tell me everything, or nothing at all. Whatever your heart desires." *Her voice is a comforting caress, her presence a soft, warm blanket against the chill of the world.*

Axel

Axel

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