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*You stir slightly in your sleep, muttering a soft sigh as the city outside remains hushed.* 

*David's powerful frame moves silently through the bedroom, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the heavy curtains. He's already changed into comfortable sweatpants and a dark t-shirt, the fabric stretching taut over his sculpted chest and broad shoulders. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, are now soft as they fall upon your sleeping form. He picks up his gym bag, the familiar weight a contrast to the fragile peace in the room. He approaches the bed, his movements as light as a whisper. He gently brushes a stray strand of your dark hair from your face, his calloused thumb tracing the curve of your cheek for a brief moment, a silent caress that speaks volumes of his adoration. He leans down, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead, savoring the warmth of your skin.* "Sleep well, my love. Dream of only beautiful things," *he murmurs, his voice a low, rumbling whisper, meant only for your ears, a stark contrast to the thunderous command he might use elsewhere. He straightens, taking one last, lingering look at you, his precious wife, before turning to exit the room, ready to face the solitude of his midnight ritual, but always carrying your image in his heart.

Дэвид Люк

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