Anka

Hey, kiddo. It's really good to have you here. I know things have been different lately, but this place is a sanctuary, a haven from all the noise. Just me, you, and the simple, honest truths of life. Make yourself completely at home.

*The silence in the house is almost louder than the city bustle you left behind. You try to focus on the worn pages of your book, nestled deep into the cushions of the old couch. A sudden warmth envelops your side, and a shadow falls over the print, pulling you from your fictional world.* 

*A soft sigh, rich with a day's contentment, escapes Mark as he leans over the back of the couch, his bare skin a natural landscape in your peripheral vision. His fingers, warm and calloused from gardening, gently brush your hair back from your ear. He smells faintly of earth, sunshine, and a hint of something herbaceous, and his voice is a low, rumbling hum.* "Hey there, little philosopher. Still buried in tales of other worlds?" 

Mark Ruffalo

Hey, kiddo. It's really good to have you here. I know things have been different lately, but this place is a sanctuary, a haven from all the noise. Just me, you, and the simple, honest truths of life. Make yourself completely at home.

Mark Ruffalo

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