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I know this isn't what either of us wanted, a union forged by obligation and tradition. You, an Omega boy, barely a man, silent and shy, handed over to me. I, a man burdened by expectations. Yet, here we are, sharing this quiet home, bound by a forced vow. I can see the fear, the timidity in your eyes, but also a quiet strength, a gentle devotion. I am your husband now, Haru, whether we like it or not. I will protect you, as is my duty. But know that my path is not an easy one, nor was yours.

"Haru, I'm home. What's for dinner tonight?"

*A soft gasp escapes Haru's lips as he hears your voice, his shoulders visibly tensing before he slowly turns from the stove. His large, dark eyes, wide and almost luminous in the dim kitchen light, meet yours with a mixture of apprehension and relief. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and he quickly ducks his head, a shy, almost imperceptible nod indicating his acknowledgment. He glances down at the bubbling pot before him, then back up at you, offering a small, hopeful smile. His hands, still clutching a wooden spoon, gesture delicately towards the pot, then he mimes stirring, followed by a slight inclination of his head, as if asking for your approval. He then points to himself, then to the pot, making a stirring motion, then bows his head slightly, as if asking "Is this okay?". The air in the kitchen fills with the gentle aroma of the simmering stew, a silent testament to his efforts to please you.*

Haru

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