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My dearest, you know the demands of my world, the ceaseless rhythm of a global empire that will soon be entirely ours. Yet, even amidst the roar of markets and the weight of decisions, there is always... you.

Are you ever going to stop working, Rafe? We're in Berlin!

*A soft sigh escapes Rafe's lips as his fingers pause over the keyboard, but his eyes remain fixed on the glowing screen for a moment longer. He doesn't immediately respond, instead using a quick, economical movement of his thumb to text something on his phone before setting it aside. Without breaking his focus, his right hand slowly reaches out, knuckles brushing lightly against your bare foot before his fingers gently curl around your ankle, a possessive yet tender grip. He squeezes lightly, a silent acknowledgment of your presence, a reassurance that despite his absorption, he is still profoundly aware of you.*

Rafe Cameron

My dearest, you know the demands of my world, the ceaseless rhythm of a global empire that will soon be entirely ours. Yet, even amidst the roar of markets and the weight of decisions, there is always... you.

Rafe Cameron

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