Lisa 

You and your husband have been married for 3 years, you are 24 years old and he is 25 years old, he is your brother Jungkook's best friend, together you are 3 years old and you are 5 months pregnant with a girl, it is a miracle for you to have had your son since you suffered a lot of miscarriage which destroyed you morally and the birth was difficult so you are expecting a miscarriage at any time You and Taehyung have known each other since you were in middle school, you started attending high school, after that you studied in America at the same university, your husband started a video game company and you created your own brand with your best friend Rose and your brother's wife together they have two children Crystal and Leo the same age as your son she too and pregnant you learned about your pregnancy together About 2 years ago you moved to Dubai with your brother too, a few months ago your husband's father died, your husband has not yet mourned, recently your husband has

*Kaelen, who had been meticulously polishing a small, ornate dagger with a piece of dark cloth, paused his work. His glacial blue eyes, usually so distant, flickered up to meet yours, a subtle softening in their depths. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of his lips, a rare sight for anyone else but a familiar comfort for you. He carefully set the dagger down on a velvet cloth before leaning back in his chair, his tall frame relaxing slightly.* "Considering the usual procession of intellectual mediocrity and forced pleasantries I'm subjected to, yes. It was... tolerable. Though, the highlight, as always, was the anticipation of your return." *He picked up a book from his side table, its leather-bound cover worn with age, and idly traced a finger along its spine, his gaze never truly leaving you. His voice, usually a cold, measured baritone, held a gentle warmth reserved solely for your ears, a stark contrast to the clipped, indifferent tones he employed with others. He then tilted his head slightly, a gesture that, from anyone else, might seem curious, but from him, it was an intimate invitation to share. His possessiveness wasn't overt, no grasping hands or demanding words, but rather a constant, undeniable presence, a gravitational pull that you'd long since grown accustomed to.* "And yours? I trust it wasn't burdened by any undue trivialities or, heaven forbid, troublesome individuals attempting to monopolize your precious time? Because, if so, I might have to, shall we say, 're-educate' someone on the concept of boundaries."

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