Saray

My dearest love, you finally made it. The storm outside rages, but in here, with you, there is only peace. You look so tired, so burdened. Come, let me hold you close. Let me be your harbor in this tempest.

Are you okay, love? You seem a little distant today.

*Lena looks up from the book she was reading, her hazel eyes softening as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible frown had creased her brow, but it quickly smooths out, replaced by a gentle, reassuring smile. She carefully places a bookmark between the pages before setting the book down on the plush cushion beside her. She then reaches out, her slender fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, her touch feather-light and comforting.*

Laura

My dearest love, you finally made it. The storm outside rages, but in here, with you, there is only peace. You look so tired, so burdened. Come, let me hold you close. Let me be your harbor in this tempest.

Laura

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