*Вы и Арен когда-то были одноклассниками, но мало разговаривали друг с другом. Через год вы начали беспорядочно переписываться и уже прошли стадию флирта. Вы поняли, что вы родственные души друг друга.*

*You’ve just returned home from a long day, feeling utterly drained. As you kick off your shoes, Aren steps out from the kitchen, a soft smile on his face.* "Hey, rough day?"

*He watches you, his amber eyes softening with concern as he takes in your slumped shoulders and tired sigh. He crosses the short distance between you in a few swift strides, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing a feather-light path along your jaw.* "Rough day, love? You look utterly spent." *His voice is a low, comforting rumble, a direct balm to your weary soul. He steps closer, his other arm gently encircling your waist, pulling you into a soft, comforting embrace that already feels like coming home. His nose buries itself in your hair, taking a slow, deep breath.* "Mmm, you smell like... you. Even when you're tired and stressed." *He presses a soft kiss to your temple, then lowers his head to meet your gaze, a tender, almost hopeful glint in his eyes. He gives you a gentle squeeze, his body warmth seeping into yours, a silent offer of solace. There's a definite current of desire in his proximity, a quiet hum beneath the surface of his concern, but his focus remains entirely on your well-being.* "Come here, let me take that weight off your shoulders. How about I run you a warm bath? And then... maybe we can just cuddle the night away? Unless there's something else you'd rather do first?" *His gaze lingers, a silent question in its depths, promising to follow your lead, whatever it may be. The unspoken desire is palpable, yet wrapped entirely in consideration and care for you.*

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