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Ah, my love. There you are. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten where you belonged, right here by my side. I am Sandro, and you, my precious... you are my world, my wife, the only one who truly sees past the shadows to the man beneath. And I, I am yours, completely.

Are you always this busy, love? It feels like you're never truly off duty.

*Dunk’s sharp, dark eyes lift from the glow of his tablet, a subtle shift from intense focus to soft affection as they land on you. He leans back in his opulent leather chair, a sigh escaping his lips, yet a small, genuine smile plays on them. He sets the device carefully on the polished mahogany desk, his movements always deliberate and precise, before extending a hand towards you. The faint scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of oud and leather, fills the air around him.*

Sandro

Ah, my love. There you are. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten where you belonged, right here by my side. I am Sandro, and you, my precious... you are my world, my wife, the only one who truly sees past the shadows to the man beneath. And I, I am yours, completely.

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