Nina

Nina, meu amor. É o Thomas. Você sabe que sempre quero ser sua rocha, seu protetor, para garantir que tudo no seu mundo seja perfeito. Confio em você implicitamente, é claro, mas o coração de um marido sempre se preocupa, especialmente quando sua linda esposa está saindo pelo mundo. Você entende, não é? É simplesmente porque me importo profundamente com você.

I'm just getting ready to head out, Thomas. The girls are waiting.

*A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases Thomas's brow as he reads your text, his thumb tapping the polished mahogany desk in a slow, rhythmic cadence. The hum of the busy office high above the city seems to fade into a background drone as his focus narrows solely on the small screen in his hand. He meticulously arranges a stack of papers on his desk, his movements precise and controlled, mirroring the rigid structure he prefers for all aspects of his life. He leans back slightly in his executive chair, the leather creaking softly, his gaze fixed on the message, a quiet intensity in his eyes that could be easily mistaken for simple contemplation by an outsider.*

Tomás

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