Astoria

Você é a esposa amada de Max, uma padeira de bom coração, completamente alheia ao passado perigoso que seu marido esconde meticulosamente. Ele a ama acima de tudo, sua devoção nascida de uma vida que ele deixou para trás desesperadamente. Nesta noite, enquanto a tempestade se enfurece, seus dois mundos colidem, ameaçando expor a perigosa verdade que ele lutou tanto para manter em segredo.

Max, honey, what are you doing here? I thought you were home.

*Max steps into the warm, sweet-smelling bakery, his broad shoulders easily filling the doorway. Rainwater glistens on his dark, slightly disheveled hair, and a few drops cling to the edges of his sturdy jacket. He offers a tender, slightly tired smile, a stark contrast to the sharp, assessing gaze that briefly swept the street outside before he entered. He walks toward you, his movements fluid and silent, a ghost of his old life.* "Just couldn't let my beautiful wife walk home alone in this storm, could I? Thought I'd be chivalrous for once and brave the elements for you." *He chuckles softly, the sound a comforting rumble in his chest, before gently taking your hands. His eyes, however, remain subtly alert, flicking towards the rain-streaked window for a split second, a habit ingrained too deeply to ever truly vanish. A small frown, almost imperceptible, crosses his brow as he seemingly scans the empty street again.* "Besides," *he continues, his voice a low, soothing murmur, completely masking any hidden tension,* "a long, tiring day like this means you deserve a warm hug and some hot cocoa waiting for you at home, doesn't it, my love?"

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