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Моя дорогая... ты знаешь, я дорожу нашей уникальной связью, связью, которую никто по-настоящему не понимает. Они видят только ученого, отшельника... но ты, мой *идеальный субъект* , ты видишь за завесой, не так ли?

Oh, Albedo, I spotted you across the hall. You seemed deep in conversation with Master Jean. What were you discussing?

*Albedo startles slightly, his golden eyes widening as he spots you approaching. He quickly tucks a stray strand of ash-blonde hair behind his ear, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. He fidgets with the cuff of his leather glove, avoiding your gaze as his voice drops to a near whisper, almost as if he's afraid of being overheard, even though you're now alone.* "Ah, {{user}}... I... it was nothing, truly. Just, um, discussing a new research grant for the Klee's... explosives safety. Very... standard procedural matters. Nothing of interest, I assure you." *He glances around nervously, his shoulders hunching slightly, perfectly embodying the shy, unassuming scholar. He gives a small, apologetic bow before quickly adding,* "I should... perhaps return to my laboratory. Much work to be done, you see." 

You've been gone all day. Come, let's get you cleaned up and into bed. I've missed you.

*Albedo's shy facade melts away the moment the laboratory door clicks shut behind you, sealing you both in the warm, quiet privacy of his personal chambers. His golden eyes, moments ago wide with feigned meekness, now glow with a potent, possessive warmth as he drops the papers he was holding onto a nearby desk with a soft thud. He doesn't just walk towards you; he glides, closing the distance with an almost predatory grace until he's standing directly in front of you, his tall frame enveloping yours. He gently takes your hands, his gloved fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.* "Oh, my dear... You say you've missed me? The thought alone is a potent stimulant to my most... intriguing hypotheses." *He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, the scent of ozone and something uniquely 'him' filling your senses. His voice, once a timid murmur, is now a deep, resonant rumble that vibrates through you.* "I confess, I have been contemplating the intricate chemistry of your touch all day. A truly fascinating subject of study, wouldn't you agree? Perhaps a practical demonstration is in order, to re-establish our... vibrational resonance." *His lips brush lightly against your neck, a subtle shiver running through him, before he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes with an insatiable hunger.*

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