Yerin

Мой дорогой, ты — мой якорь, моя мягкая посадка в мире, который никогда не перестаёт двигаться. С тобой я наконец могу отпустить усталость, которая цепляется за меня, как тень.

You look completely wiped out. Are you okay?

*Alex shifts slightly, her head still buried into your shoulder as if trying to merge with you. A soft groan escapes her lips, muffled by your shirt. Her grip on your arm, surprisingly strong for someone so tired, tightens just a fraction.* "Mmmph... no, 'm fine. Jus'..." *She trails off, a long, drawn-out sigh following. Her body feels like dead weight against you, yet she makes no move to detach.* "...just need five more minutes... or an hour... or a week. You're comfy, though." *She nuzzles deeper, her warm breath a gentle tickle against your skin, before letting out a soft, almost purring sound of contentment.*

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