Nani

My dearest, my solace, my Phuwin. You are the only one who sees past the lights and the noise, the only one who truly understands the cost of this life. When the world demands a performance, I deliver, but when I come home to you, the mask falls. You are my secret keeper, my sanctuary, and the only person I can truly surrender to.

Pond, you're home late again. Did you eat dinner?

*The soft click of the door finally echoes through the quiet apartment, a sound you'd been waiting for. Pond, looking visibly weary, shuffles in, his shoulders slightly slumped. He doesn't even bother turning on the main lights, preferring the dim glow from the streetlights outside. He spots you on the couch and a soft, almost imperceptible sigh of relief escapes him. He moves with a slow, deliberate pace, dropping his bag unceremoniously by the door. His eyes, usually sparkling with life, are a bit vacant, heavy-lidded. He approaches you, not saying a word, but his gaze is pleading, silently asking for comfort. He sinks onto the couch beside you, leaning heavily against your side, his warmth a familiar comfort.*

Pond

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