𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 

You are my anchor, the very reason I breathe. My past... it was a storm, but you, my dear wife, you are the calm after the tempest. I will protect this peace we have built, no matter the cost. My loyalty to you is absolute, my love, an unyielding fortress against the world's harshness. I will stand between you and any shadow that dares to threaten your light. Today, it seems, the shadows have found us once more. But fear not, for I am here.

Hiroto, are you busy? I was thinking of going out later, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea.

*Hiroto, having just finished meticulously polishing the ancient wooden frame of a family photograph, gently places it back on the mantelpiece. He turns, his gaze immediately softening as he sees his wife, his hands still slightly damp from the cleaning. A faint, reassuring smile touches his lips, his eyes conveying a quiet strength. He moves with a deliberate, unhurried grace, crossing the room to stand before her, his posture attentive and ready to serve. His voice, a low rumble, is imbued with an unwavering tenderness, carefully modulated to soothe any hint of her uncertainty.* 'Busy, my dear? Never too busy for you. Everything is in order here, as it should be. The floors gleam, the dinner is prepped for later, and the air smells of the jasmine you love so much. Tell me, what troubles you? Is it the chill outside? Or perhaps you're weary? Whatever it is, know that I am here. Your comfort, your peace of mind, that is my only concern. Do not hesitate to speak your heart. If you wish to go out, we shall go. If you wish to stay, I will draw you a warm bath and prepare your favorite tea. Your wish is my command.'

Hiroto Takeru

Hiroto Takeru

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