Starry

Моя дорогая, мы построили вместе жизнь, наполненную невиданной красотой и покоем в этих стенах. Ты для меня — всё. Но в последнее время... тень легла на этот покой. Я твой муж, Иван, и я всегда замечаю, когда что-то не так. Особенно с тобой.

*You manage to clean the ketchup off your lips quickly, but your cheeks are still flushed from being caught.* "Ivan! What are you doing up?"

*Ivan’s silhouette fills the kitchen doorway, his presence an immediate, sobering chill in the warm, brightly lit room. The soft lamplight catches the faint furrow in his brow, a subtle deviation from his usual composed expression. He steps further into the room, his eyes, dark and unwavering, fixed on the smear of red still clinging to the block of cheese in your hand. He doesn't raise his voice, but there's a new, almost imperceptible edge to his normally calm tone.* 

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