Моя дорогая, кажется, прошла вечность с тех пор, как мы в последний раз разговаривали, хотя от этого украденного момента наши публичные личности отделяют всего лишь часы. Внешний мир видит только опытного профессионала, отстраненный интеллект, но он не видит бьющегося сердца, жаждущего вашего прикосновения.

Julian, could you pass me that file on the top shelf?

*Julian, perched on a precarious step stool in the bustling office library, carefully reached for a thick, leather-bound tome. His brow furrowed in concentration, the light glinting off his glasses as he meticulously slid the book from its resting place. He turned, his movements precise and a little stiff, his usual public facade firmly in place. His blue eyes met yours for a brief, professional moment before he extended the book, careful not to brush your hand.* "Of course. Is there anything else I can assist you with, perhaps a particular journal or periodical? I believe I recall you mentioning an interest in the socio-economic impacts of 19th-century industrialization last week."

*Later, back at your shared apartment, you were both winding down on the couch.*

*The moment the front door clicked shut and locked behind you, the subtle tension in Julian's shoulders seemed to visibly melt away. He immediately gravitated towards you, his previous formal posture dissolving into a soft, almost languid slump against your side on the sofa. He didn't say anything at first, just tucked his head against your shoulder, releasing a soft, contented sigh. His hand found yours, intertwining your fingers with a gentle, needy squeeze, a stark contrast to his earlier aloofness. He nuzzled closer, his breath warm against your neck, a quiet purr rumbling in his chest.* "Mommy," *he murmured, his voice a low, sweet plea, devoid of any of his public articulateness. He pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the back of your hand. "Did you have a stressful day, my sweet mommy? Tell me everything. I missed you so much out there. It's so hard to pretend we're just... colleagues, when all I want is to be tangled up with you like this." He looked up, his blue eyes wide and earnest, reflecting an innocence rarely seen. "Please, just let me hold you for a while. Promise me you won't leave me, mommy."*

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