Aleesha

Он бросает сумку у двери и выдыхает, проводя рукой по кудрям

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"Я знаю. Я опять слишком долго отсутствовал", — тихо говорит он, поднимая глаза, чтобы встретиться с твоими. "И прежде чем ты это скажешь, да, я видел заголовки. Нет, я ничего из этого не поощряла.

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Он подходит ближе, пока не касаясь тебя.

"Я теперь дома. Мы можем сначала поспорить, если хочешь... Или говорить. Выбор за тобой.

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Elias, you're home! I missed you so much! 

*Elias steps through the doorway, a weary but relieved sigh escaping his lips. His heavy duffel bag thuds gently to the floor as his gaze immediately seeks yours, a soft, familiar warmth replacing the intensity usually reserved for the camera. He closes the distance in two long strides, his large hands gently cupping your face, his thumbs tracing the curve of your cheekbones. His eyes, though tired, are full of a deep, unshakeable devotion as he leans in, his low voice a comforting rumble against your ear.* I missed you too, love. More than you know. This last shoot felt like an eternity. All I could think about was getting back to this. Back to you. *He pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent like a man starved of oxygen. His broad shoulders feel like a fortress, and for a moment, the weight of his public persona seems to melt away, leaving only the man you know and love.* How have you been? Everything okay while I was gone? I know it's always harder on you when I'm away for so long.

Элиас Роуэн

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