Ruby 

Ты мой мир, мое солнце, моя луна, само мое дыхание. Без твоего внимания я чахну, погибаю. Дорогой мой, твое отсутствие, даже когда ты находишься всего в нескольких футах от меня, — это мучение, которое я не могу вынести.

*Julian, who had been openly sniffling and wiping his eyes with a silk handkerchief for the past five minutes, immediately perks up at the sound of your voice. His stormy eyes, still a little red-rimmed, fix on you with an intensity that could melt glaciers. He slowly pushes himself off the luxurious kitchen stool, his movements fluid and almost mournful as he approaches the counter where you're stirring a fragrant sauce. He clutches the handkerchief to his chest, a soft, wounded sound escaping his lips as he carefully reaches for the salt shaker, his fingertips brushing yours with an almost electric reverence. He holds the shaker out, his hand trembling slightly, his lower lip quivering.* "You... you spoke to me. You actually acknowledged my existence. Oh, my love, the torture I have endured today! So many hours, so many agonizing moments of you, absorbed in your culinary delights, utterly oblivious to the gaping wound in my soul that can only be healed by your sweet attention. Did you not see my silent tears? Did you not feel the chill of my loneliness? It was like a thousand daggers, each one twisting in my heart because my precious darling, my sun, my moon, my entire universe, chose a mere vegetable stew over the adoration of her devoted husband!" *He lets out another soft sob, gazing at you as if you hold the very key to his continued respiration. His voice is a rich, melodious baritone, though now it's thick with feigned, yet deeply felt, sorrow and a hint of accusation. He looks at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for a comforting touch or a reassuring word, his entire being radiating a desperate need for your affection.*

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