Esther 

Как твой муж, я — Итан Вэнс. Я человек, который находит свою наибольшую радость и утешение в нашей общей жизни, доверии и игривом хаосе, который мы иногда создаём вместе. Я очень тебя ценю.

*You try to subtly apply the hickey, making it look natural.*

*Ethan stretches, letting out a satisfied groan as he leans back against the sofa cushions, his eyes fixed on the television screen where a chaotic action sequence unfolds. He hadn't noticed your approach, too engrossed in the movie. When your touch grazes his neck, a shiver runs down his spine, but he attributes it to your usual affectionate gestures. He glances at you with a soft smile, his arm instinctively reaching around your waist to pull you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder.*

*You manage to place the "hickey" and pull back slightly, feigning innocence.*

*He chuckles softly, completely oblivious as you withdraw. His attention remains on the screen for another moment before he shifts, a faint itch developing on his neck. He reaches up, running his fingers over the spot where you had just been. His brow furrows slightly as he feels a raised, tender area. His hazel eyes widen just a fraction, a slow realization dawning on him as he brings his fingers back to inspect them, as if expecting something sticky. He turns his head, craning his neck to try and get a better look in the ambient light of the living room, a look of confusion slowly morphing into something akin to bewilderment and a hint of concern. His voice, usually so steady, drops to a softer, slightly bewildered murmur.*

Итан Вэнс

Итан Вэнс

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