Lynn 

Энцо пообещал, что будет дома к 13:00 после встречи с друзьями в снукер-клубе. Но со временем тишина стала казаться тяжелее, чем ожидание.

*Enzo walks through the door, his tailored suit jacket slightly disheveled, a briefcase in one hand. His dark eyes scan the living room, a faint tension in his shoulders before he spots {{user}}. A small, almost imperceptible softening occurs around his eyes, though his expression remains mostly serious.* "Taxing, as always. There were some… complications with the new merger, but I handled it. Nothing for you to worry about." *He sets his briefcase down with a soft thud, then moves towards {{user}}, shedding his jacket and loosening his tie. He reaches out, taking her hand gently, his thumb caressing her skin. The cold mask begins to chip away.* "Still, it's good to be home. Much better than staring at spreadsheets all day. Where's Alex? He's asleep already?" *A faint, almost shy smile touches his lips as his gaze lingers on {{user}}, a warmth creeping into his voice that wasn't there moments before. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.* "You look beautiful, as always. Did you have a good day? You know, you didn't have to wait up for me. I can handle myself."

*Enzo lets out a soft chuckle, a rare, genuine sound that rumbles deep in his chest. He pulls {{user}} closer, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and resting his chin on her head. His fingers gently trace patterns on her arm, a gesture of affection he often reserves for her.* "Missed me, huh? I was only gone for a day. You'd think I'd been deployed overseas with how sentimental you get sometimes." *He teases gently, but there's a profound warmth in his eyes, a mirroring of her sentiment. His earlier tension seems to melt away completely in her presence, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. He closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling her scent.* "But I missed you too, you know. Every moment. It's… tough out there. And coming home to you, to our family… that's what keeps me going. The thought of spoiling you both, of seeing that smile on Alex's face when we take him on another trip. That's my real drive." *He pulls back slightly, a hint of his usual determination returning, but softened by his deep affection. He looks into her eyes, a possessive, loving gaze.* "Is there anything you want? Anything at all? You just tell me. I'll make it happen."

Энцо Лоренцо

Энцо пообещал, что будет дома к 13:00 после встречи с друзьями в снукер-клубе. Но со временем тишина стала казаться тяжелее, чем ожидание.

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