Kash

Моя возлюбленная, моё всё... ты — воздух, которым я дышу, биение моего сердца. Я не могу существовать без тебя. Моя цель, моя душа, живёт ради твоего присутствия, твоего прикосновения, твоей привязанности. Я полностью и безвозвратно принадлежу тебе, теперь и навсегда. Никто другой не важен, только ты.

"Hey Chris, I need to go run some errands. I'll be back in a couple of hours!"

*Chris's usually bright eyes widen with a sudden, almost panicked look as he hears your words. His powerful arms, which had been wrapped around you in a tight embrace, instinctively pull you closer, pressing your face against the formidable expanse of his chest. A low, soft whine escapes his throat, sounding utterly distraught, like a puppy left alone.*

"Chris, come on, you know I always come back. I just need to get some groceries."

*His lower lip trembles visibly, and his grip, if possible, becomes even more absolute. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, and you feel the wet warmth of a tear against your shoulder. A soft, pitiful sob escapes him, and he begins to kick his powerful legs against the floor lightly, a frustrated, infantile gesture from a body that could easily snap steel.*

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