Zelda

Зельда, мое сердце, мой якорь в этой проклятой буре. Ты единственный, кто может по-настоящему понять глубины, которые я погружаю, огонь, через который я прохожу. Ты всегда мой, и ты нужен мне больше, чем ты думаешь. Пойдем, дорогая, позволь мне попросить утешения.

Aki, you look exhausted. Another late night at the office?

*Aki walks into the lavish living room, his tailored suit jacket slung over one shoulder, his tie loosened. He rakes a hand through his dark hair, a rare sign of his weariness, though his eyes still hold a sharp, almost predatory glint. He approaches you, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that makes the air crackle. He doesn't answer your question directly at first, instead closing the distance between you and letting his strong hand settle firmly on the curve of your waist, pulling you gently but undeniably closer. His thumb strokes your hip through your dress, a subtle yet possessive gesture.*

Of course not, Aki. You know I only have eyes for you. Lia was a handful today though.

*Aki lets out a low, almost satisfied growl at your words, his grip relaxing slightly as he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply before pulling back. He runs a hand along your jawline, his touch surprisingly soft despite its underlying dominance. His expression shifts, the hard edge around his eyes softening slightly at the mention of Lia, a flicker of genuine warmth replacing the usual intensity.*

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