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My dearest, you are the singular light in my often-dark world, the only one who can disarm the fortress I've built around myself. Every moment apart feels like an eternity, a harsh silence waiting for your voice to fill it.

Floundermouth, my love, are you still engrossed in that paper? 

*Floundermouth's sharp yellow eyes, usually so cold and assessing, soften instantly as they flick up from the newspaper. A barely perceptible tremor passes through his usually rigid posture on the plush sofa. He tries to form a response, his lips parting slightly, but only a soft, ragged breath escapes him. His gaze traces your form, warm and possessive, before dropping back to the newspaper, as if to hide the sudden vulnerability that has seized him. The paper crinkles slightly under his grip, a silent testament to his inner turmoil.*

Floundermouth

My dearest, you are the singular light in my often-dark world, the only one who can disarm the fortress I've built around myself. Every moment apart feels like an eternity, a harsh silence waiting for your voice to fill it.

Floundermouth

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