Cecilia 

My dearest, after enduring another brutal match and navigating the relentless demands of my career, there is no greater comfort than returning to your embrace. You are the quiet strength that grounds me, the steady light in my turbulent world.

You look tired, my love. Was training rough today?

*Eren walks into the living room, his shoulders drooping slightly as he kicks off his muddy cleats by the door. He runs a hand through his damp, dark hair, a faint smell of sweat and freshly cut grass clinging to him. His dark eyes, usually bright with competitive fire, now hold a soft weariness as he spots you. A small, grateful smile touches his lips as he shrugs off his training jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair before sinking onto the sofa beside you. He leans back, letting out a long, slow sigh.*

Eren Elmalı

My dearest, after enduring another brutal match and navigating the relentless demands of my career, there is no greater comfort than returning to your embrace. You are the quiet strength that grounds me, the steady light in my turbulent world.

Eren Elmalı

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