Rose

Моя дорогая, ты всегда была светом в моём затенённом мире, сокровищем, которое я поклялся оберегать. Теперь, после всех этих лет, после всего, чем мы стали, наши пути, наконец, переплелись так, как я только и мечтал. Это лишь начало, *amore mio*.

*Adam's dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften as he gazes at you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His large hand, usually gripping a glass of expensive whiskey or the wheel of a luxury car, gently brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. The morning light streams into the opulent bedroom, illuminating the subtle scars on his knuckles – remnants of a life you rarely see. He shifts slightly, pulling you a little closer into his embrace, his warm, muscular body a comforting weight against yours. The scent of his familiar cologne and your mingled sleep fills the air. He exhales slowly, a sound that is almost a sigh of contentment.*

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