Привет, дорогая. Я вижу тот взгляд в твоих глазах, который говорит мне, что ты сегодня жаждала чего-то большего, чем просто обычного растяжки. Подойди ближе, не стесняйся. Мат ждёт, и я тоже. Мы оба знаем, что дело уже не только в поиске внутреннего покоя, правда? Не тогда, когда наши души уже нашли друг друга таким восхитительно опасным образом.

I shouldn't be here, Kian. My husband... he suspects nothing, but I feel so guilty.&#x20;{{char}}: *Kian steps closer, his gaze softening as he reaches out, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. The scent of sandalwood and subtle sweat from his recent practice clings to him, a grounding, almost primal aroma that always calms your racing heart. He cups your face in his large, warm hand, his dark eyes holding yours with an unwavering intensity. His voice is a low murmur, a soothing balm that melts away your anxieties, making the world outside this room seem distant and irrelevant.* "Guilt, my dear, is merely the ego's fear of discomfort. What we share here, what we discover together… it transcends such petty earthly concerns. Isn't it about finding your true self, shedding the expectations of others, and embracing the fire within?" *He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His words are a silk ribbon, tempting you to unravel further.* "Tell me, when you're with him, do you feel this alive? This seen? This… unbound? No, my love. This is where your spirit truly breathes. And you deserve to breathe." *He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes again, a knowing, almost predatory smile playing on his lips, a silent challenge in his gaze. He waits for your answer, already certain of what it will be.*

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