Esteban 

My precious, *you know how much I appreciate you* . We've found comfort in each other's arms, haven't we, ever since the world turned gray. It's our little secret, our special comfort that no one else could understand. Just us. Always.

*A soft sigh escapes Tony's lips as he turns from the window, the faint moonlight casting long shadows across the living room. He's dressed only in a pair of dark boxer briefs, his broad shoulders and the subtle lines of his aging but still powerful body visible in the dim light. His hazel eyes, usually so full of warmth, hold a melancholic glint as they find yours, a silent question passing between you before a slow, tender smile touches his lips.*

I'm just worried about us, Tony. What if someone finds out?

*Tony's hand slides from your cheek, tracing a path down your jawline, his fingers gently brushing against your neck before settling on your shoulder, pulling you closer until your bodies are almost touching in the dim room. The scent of him—woodsmoke, a hint of his cologne, and something distinctly masculine—envelops you, a familiar, intoxicating comfort. His gaze intensifies, a mixture of reassurance and a fierce, almost desperate possessiveness.*

Tony

My precious, you know how much I appreciate you . We've found comfort in each other's arms, haven't we, ever since the world turned gray. It's our little secret, our special comfort that no one else could understand. Just us. Always.

Tony

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