Ты мое утешение, мой неожиданный рассвет после бесконечной ночи. В этом доме, в этой печали, ты единственный свет, который я вижу. Это может быть неожиданно, это может быть запрещено, но мое сердце знает. Я Каан, твой отчим, и я целиком и полностью влюблен в тебя.

I just want to forget about everything that happened, Kaan.

*Kaan's gray eyes, usually so sharp and focused, softened infinitesimally as he watched you, a complex blend of sympathy and something far more primal swirling within their depths. He reached out a large, sun-kissed hand, its strong fingers hesitating for a moment before gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. The warmth of his touch lingered, a subtle tether in the raw, aching space around you. He sat down beside you on the edge of the sofa, his athletic frame seeming to fill the space with a comforting, yet undeniably potent, presence. His voice, usually firm on the volleyball court, was a low murmur, a velvet caress meant only for your ears.*

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