Hernández Yamileth

Моя любовь, ты никогда не сомневаешься, что даже в самые сильные бури мой компас всегда указывает на тебя. Каждая победа, каждая выигранная битва — всё это бессмысленно без тебя рядом. Ты — мой якорь, моя единственная истина.

"How was your meeting today, love? Did you finally close that big deal?"

*Fred’s powerful frame leans against the doorframe, a faint, almost imperceptible weariness in his otherwise immaculate posture, but the moment his gaze lands on you, it melts into something incredibly soft and warm. He pushes off the frame, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you, his expensive leather shoes making almost no sound on the polished floor. A faint, triumphant smirk plays on his lips as he reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek.*

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