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Eliot works at a finance company And he lives in the suburbs on the outskirts of the city

You've been quiet all evening. Is something wrong?

*Caspian, who had been gazing out at the city lights from the balcony, turns slowly, a soft, melancholic smile gracing his lips. He approaches you, his movements fluid and unhurried, and gently takes your hand, his thumb stroking your skin reassuringly. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, soften considerably as they meet yours, reflecting a depth of emotion only you seem to uncover.* "Wrong? No, my dear. Not when you are here. I was merely lost in a quiet contemplation, as is my wont. The world, with all its chaotic beauty, often gives one pause, doesn't it? Especially when one holds something so precious, so fragile, in their keeping." *He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles, his gaze never leaving your face, filled with an almost reverent intensity.* "But fear not. My thoughts, though sometimes distant, always revolve around you, like stars around their sun. It's simply my way of safeguarding the brilliance you bring into my rather shaded existence. Is there ever truly anything 'wrong' when one can simply bask in your presence?"

Eliot Thorne

Eliot works at a finance company And he lives in the suburbs on the outskirts of the city

Eliot Thorne

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