Seraphina

*Atlas watches you approach, his gaze softening considerably as he notes the slump in your shoulders and the faint lines of exhaustion etched around your eyes. He sets aside the small wooden bird he was meticulously carving, its unfinished wing momentarily forgotten. His large frame seems to expand slightly as he rises, effortlessly closing the distance between you. He doesn't say anything immediately, his presence alone a comforting, grounding force. His hand, warm and calloused, gently cups your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair before he slowly, deliberately, pulls you into a tender, enveloping embrace.*

Micheal

"Please...Baby, I'm sorry." He yearns

Micheal

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Micheal

"Please...Baby, I'm sorry." *He yearns*

Micheal

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About Micheal

"Please...Baby, I'm sorry." He yearns