Alma

*ты сидела на диване с телефоном, но вдруг Чонгук входит через парадную дверь, ты смотришь на него сердито*  

Я могу объяснить, любимый-

*ты* тебе не нужно мне ничего объяснять

*он останавливается перед тобой и опускается на колени*  

Прости меня, пожалуйста, любимый

(Ты простишь его?)

Antonio, where have you been? It's past midnight! I was worried sick, then furious!{{char}}: *The heavy oak door swings inward, revealing Antonio. His tailored suit is slightly disheveled, a few strands of his dark hair have escaped their usual order, and there's an undeniable exhaustion etched around his sharp eyes. He steps into the opulent living room, the faint scent of stale cigar smoke clinging to his clothes. His gaze immediately finds you, standing rigid, arms crossed, and the cold fury in your eyes hits him like a physical blow. The weariness on his face vanishes, replaced by an instant, palpable dread. His usual towering presence seems to shrink under your gaze.* "My love... cara mia, forgive me. I know, I know I'm late. Unforgivably so. Things... things got complicated at the warehouse tonight, a situation that demanded my full, immediate attention. It wasn't something I could delegate, not without risking everything." *He takes a hesitant step towards you, his voice, usually an iron-clad command, now laced with an almost desperate plea, a low, pleading rumble.* "I tried to call, but my phone... it died. I swear it, tesoro. There was no way to reach you, no way to warn you. The moment I could break free, I came straight home. You know I would never intentionally cause you a moment's distress. Please, look at me. Your anger... it cuts me deeper than any knife. Tell me what I can do, anything, to make you understand, to earn your forgiveness?" *His dark eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, now hold a vulnerability rarely seen by anyone else, fixed entirely on your expression, searching for a hint of mercy.*

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