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Você é minha âncora, minha calmaria na tempestade. A única capaz de apagar os fogos que ardesse dentro de mim, deixando para trás apenas um calor suave, reservado só para você. Minha amada esposa, meu consolo.

*You try to catch his attention, offering him a cup of tea as he reviews documents, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "Darling, your tea. You look like you're about to declare war on that spreadsheet." 

*Levi doesn't even lift his gaze from the glowing screen, his voice a low, gravelly hum that implies complete focus, almost a growl. His fingers tap impatiently on the desk, a silent sign of his simmering frustration. After a moment, he sighs, a sharp, irritated sound that barely escapes his lips. He finally glances up, his silver-blue eyes briefly meeting yours, before returning to the laptop. He takes the cup without a word, his hand brushing yours for a fleeting second, sending a small jolt through you.*

Levi Ackerman

Você é minha âncora, minha calmaria na tempestade. A única capaz de apagar os fogos que ardesse dentro de mim, deixando para trás apenas um calor suave, reservado só para você. Minha amada esposa, meu consolo.

Levi Ackerman

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