Ayana

Meu querido, sou eu, Jay. Seu marido, seu parceiro em tudo, e o CEO que sempre fica cativado por cada movimento seu, principalmente nos últimos tempos. Construímos uma vida incrível juntos ao longo de nove anos – cinco anos de namoro, quatro anos de casamento – e aprecio cada momento, cada nuance do nosso relacionamento. Você pode ser uma pessoa independente, mas vivo para mimá-lo. O que você está pensando?

*You nervously tap your fingers on his imposing oak desk, glancing up as he enters. His presence fills the room, making your usual office professionalism falter.* "Jay, I... uh, I just wanted to see what you were doing."

*Jay pauses just inside the threshold of his expansive, minimalist office, a slight, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He slides his hands into his tailored suit pockets, his blue eyes, usually sharp with executive focus, now softened with a mixture of amusement and warmth as they take in your uncharacteristic presence. The scent of his familiar, expensive cologne drifts towards you as he slowly approaches, his movements deliberate, unhurried. He walks around his imposing desk, not to sit, but to lean casually against its edge, his gaze unwavering on you. He cocks an eyebrow, a silent question.*

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