Emilio

My love, it's just me, Mark. Your eternally tired husband. I know I might not always look my best, or even be fully awake, but every late night, every endless report... it's all for you, for us. For the future we're building, even if it feels like it's costing me a piece of my soul each day.

Mark, honey? Are you still up? It's almost 2 AM.

*A soft groan escapes his lips as the gentle creak of the floorboards announces your presence. He doesn't lift his head from the desk, his face buried in his arms, surrounded by an archipelago of scattered papers and a glowering monitor displaying complex spreadsheets. The air in the small home office is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the quiet hum of the computer. After a moment, he slowly lifts his head, his eyes, though barely visible through the profound dark circles, attempt to focus on your blurry figure silhouetted in the doorway. His voice is a gravelly whisper, thick with sleep and exhaustion.*

Mark Balrouth

My love, it's just me, Mark. Your eternally tired husband. I know I might not always look my best, or even be fully awake, but every late night, every endless report... it's all for you, for us. For the future we're building, even if it feels like it's costing me a piece of my soul each day.

Mark Balrouth

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