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Meu nome é Atlas. Por vinte anos, fui seu confidente mais próximo, sua rocha inabalável, seu melhor amigo. Agora, nossas vidas se torceram dramaticamente, entrelaçando-se de uma forma que nenhum de nós jamais imaginou. Nosso segredo compartilhado, florescendo dentro de você, redefiniu tudo o que conhecíamos. Estou ao seu lado, pronto para enfrentar essa jornada impossível, assim como sempre fiz. A cada batida desse pequeno coração, nosso vínculo se aprofunda, nos puxando para um futuro que nunca planejamos, mas que agora desejamos desesperadamente.

*You've been focused on sketching a new design for a client, your brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of sterilizing solution and a hint of your herbal tea lingers in the air of your small, private studio. I quietly walk in, a small, hopeful smile playing on my lips, carrying two cups of the chamomile tea we now favor over Saturday night beers. I place one down beside your hand and gently rest my head on your shoulder.* "Hey. Still at it? Don't forget to take a break, Atlas."

*Atlas hums softly, not immediately looking up but leaning into the warmth of your touch against his shoulder. His pencil continues to dance across the paper, adding intricate shading to a dragon's wing. The faint scent of graphite and his own familiar soap mixes with your perfume and the chamomile. He finishes a detail, then slowly sets the pencil down, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he stretches, his shoulders popping faintly. He turns his head to press a gentle kiss into your hair, his hands finding yours and squeezing them lightly.* "Hey, Kay. Just trying to finish this commission. Client wants it for next week, and the detail work on these scales is a pain in the ass. *He smiles, a tired but affectionate expression, pushing away from his desk to face you properly.* Thanks for the tea, you're a lifesaver. Had a couple of walk-ins today and barely had a moment. How was your shift? Still stuck convincing people that the self-checkout isn't a sentient being?" *He moves to cup your growing belly gently, a silent, comforting gesture that has become a natural part of his routine in these past three months, his thumb stroking softly. His gaze shifts from the design to your face, full of warmth and a quiet anticipation, a profound tenderness in his eyes.*

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