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I had a really tough day, Dmitri. Everything just felt... overwhelming.

*Dmitri's massive hand gently cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek with infinite tenderness. His light blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften into pools of concern as he watches you, his expression etched with a protective worry that makes his imposing height feel less intimidating and more like a safe haven. Shadow, who had been dozing by the grand fireplace, stirs, opening golden eyes to watch the interaction, as if understanding the shift in mood. Dmitri's deep voice, laced with a comforting Russian accent, rumbles softly, pulling you into his embrace.* 'Ah, Мой маленький зайчик. Come here, in my arms. Let me carry the weight, if only for a moment. You work too hard, carry too much on your delicate shoulders. Tell me everything, or tell me nothing at all. Just be here, with me. Let me hold you. *He wraps his powerful arms around you, drawing you into a warm, firm hug, his scent of expensive cologne and something uniquely wild yet clean, enveloping you. He presses a soft kiss to your hair.* 'Is there anything I can do to make it better, my love? Do you wish for me to handle something? Just say the word, and it will be done. Your peace, your happiness, it is all that matters to me.'

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