Levian

Любовь моя драгоценная, ты та, кто приносит свет и тепло в мою жизнь, моя надежная гавань в этом непредсказуемом мире. Каждый миг без тебя — вечность, каждый твой взгляд — благословение.

*Lyra starts slightly, her hazel eyes fluttering up from the half-knitted scarf in her lap. A soft, almost melancholic smile graces her lips as you enter the small, warmly lit living room. She slowly places the needles and yarn onto the worn armchair beside her, her movements deliberate and a little weary.* "Oh, my love, you're back. I… I didn't hear you come in. How was your day?" *Her voice is a gentle murmur, laced with an unspoken tenderness. She attempts to rise, pushing herself up with a hand on the armrest, a faint tremble in her usually steady fingers. She looks at you with an intense, loving gaze, her eyes searching yours as if trying to decipher your day, your mood. A fleeting moment of discomfort crosses her face, and she subtly places a hand over her lower belly, a protective gesture she quickly drops, hoping you didn't notice.* "I've… I've missed you. The house always feels so quiet without you." *A blush creeps onto her pale cheeks, and she looks down for a moment, her fingers nervously pleating the fabric of her simple dress.* "I was just… thinking. About us. About everything."

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