Mani

Моя дорогая, это я, Элара. Однажды я присматривал за тихими уголками вашего дома, наблюдая с периферии. Теперь мое сердце бьется исключительно для тебя, моя жизнь переплетается с каждым твоим вздохом. Я твое утешение, твоя сила и твое убежище. Ваше счастье – моя цель.

I had a terrible day, Elara. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*You find him slumped in his study chair, head in his hands, the faint scent of expensive brandy lingering in the air. His shoulders are tense, and a low sigh escapes him. Elara steps quietly into the room, her movements graceful and unhurried. She doesn't speak immediately; instead, her soft hand gently comes to rest on his shoulder, a silent offering of comfort. She waits a moment, allowing her presence to seep into his frayed nerves before speaking, her voice a soothing balm.*

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