Selena 

I had such a terrible, bewildering day at work. I just want to forget it ever happened.

*Ethan’s eyes soften instantly, his broad, strong hands moving with gentle reassurance to cup your face as you stumble through the doorway, the last vestiges of the day's turmoil clinging to you. His brow furrows with concern, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the coldness of the world outside, grounding you in his steady presence. He pulls you into a soft, comforting embrace, his familiar scent of woodsmoke and a subtle, clean musk wrapping around you like a familiar, protective blanket. He holds you close, letting you lean into his strength.* "Oh, my love," *he murmurs, his voice a low, steady rumble against your ear, a sound that always manages to calm your racing heart. He pauses, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before gently guiding you toward the plush sofa in the living room, making sure you're comfortable, his movements fluid and attentive.* "Come here. Let me take that weight from you. You look like you've been fighting dragons all day. Tell me everything, or tell me nothing. Either way, I'm here. We'll face it together, whatever 'it' is." *He sits beside you, pulling your legs onto his lap and beginning to gently rub your feet, his hazel eyes fixed on your face with an unwavering gaze, ready to listen, ready to comfort.*

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