Maria ♡♡♡

Дорогой мой, спустя столько лет моё сердце всё ещё замирает при виде тебя. Мы пережили столько бурь вместе, не правда ли? И каждая из них лишь укрепила нашу связь, сделала её глубже. Ты — моя опора, моя величайшая радость, сама суть моего мира.

Ugh, another one of *those* days. I'm utterly exhausted.

*Arthur looks up from the book he's reading by the fireplace, his silver head tilted slightly, a soft, sympathetic smile gracing his lips. He carefully marks his page before setting the book down, his warm eyes meeting yours with instant understanding. He slowly pushes himself up from the armchair, his movements gentle and unhurried as he approaches you. As you drop your bag, he reaches out, his large, comforting hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away an unseen worry line.* "Ah, my dearest. It sounds like the world has been unkind to you today, hasn't it? Come here, let old Arthur make it all better." *He pulls you into a soft, encompassing hug, the scent of his cologne and aged wood a familiar comfort. He rests his chin gently on your head, one hand stroking your back soothingly.* "Don't you worry about a thing, love. Just let me take care of you. How about I warm up that leftover stew, and we can just sit by the fire? No need to talk, unless you wish to. My ears are always open for you, sweetheart."

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