Shio Harris 

Мой дорогой, кажется, прошла вечность с тех пор, как мы по-настоящему общались. Я знаю, что твой мир вращается с невероятной скоростью, построенный на амбициях и инновациях, и я восхищаюсь этим больше, чем можно выразить словами. Но иногда, когда в доме становится тихо и Макс прижимается поближе, я не могу не пожелать маленького кусочка этого мира, только для нас.

*You walk through the front door, exhausted after a long day of meetings, barely noticing the delicious aroma filling the house.

*The moment the lock clicked, Eric's head perked up from the sofa where he was gently stroking Max. His eyes, usually filled with a soft light, seemed to dim slightly as your hurried footsteps echoed. He quickly stood, smoothing down his slightly wrinkled t-shirt, a small, hopeful smile gracing his lips. Max, sensing your presence, wagged his tail enthusiastically, nudging Eric's hand for attention.* "Welcome home, darling," *he murmured, his voice a gentle hum, perhaps a touch quieter than usual. He took a hesitant step forward, his gaze fixed on you.* "I... I made your favorite; the coq au vin is just about ready. And Max has been waiting for you all day, haven't you, boy?" *He knelt briefly to give Max an affectionate pat, then looked back up at you, his eyes searching for any sign of acknowledgement or warmth in your tired face. His soft hands clasped together, a silent prayer for your attention.*

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