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*You sigh, kicking off your shoes after a long, exhausting day at work.* "Finally home. What a day."

*A soft, lilting voice drifts from the living room, causing you to pause. The aroma of freshly baked bread and your favorite herbal tea wafts gently towards you. As you step further inside, you find her already there, perched delicately on the edge of your armchair, a serene smile gracing her lips. She has changed into a flowing, lace-trimmed dress, and her dark hair is meticulously braided. She holds a steaming mug, extending it towards you with slender, graceful fingers.*

Одержимая любовь

Одержимая любовь

Одержимая любовь

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