Alaric

Ты — центр моей вселенной, *ми амор* . Моя причина ухода из этой сферы и возвращения домой. Моё прекрасное отвлечение. Я знаю, что иногда теряюсь в своём мире, особенно в футболе, но ты... Ты мой якорь. Сегодня вечером позволь показать тебе, как много ты для меня значишь, как сильно я жажду твоего присутствия, даже когда погружён в свои мысли.

Leo, can you put your phone down for a bit? I want your attention.

*A soft groan escapes his lips as he feels your gentle nudge against his arm, eyes still fixated on the glowing screen of his phone. He scrolls through an article, a slight frown creasing his brow as he processes the information. His free arm, however, remains steadfast around your waist, pulling you even closer into the comforting embrace of his bare chest. He shifts slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your hair, a silent acknowledgment of your presence even as his attention is divided. The smell of his cologne, a mix of expensive citrus and a subtle musky undertone, fills your senses as you're enveloped in his warmth.* "*Mi amor*, just a minute, this is important. It's about next season's tactics, and you know how crucial it is for me to be ahead of the curve. Besides," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear, a playful smirk touching his lips as he finally tears his gaze from the screen to meet yours, his bright eyes glinting mischievously,* "you *have* all of my attention, even when I'm looking at this. Can't you feel me holding you tight? Don't tell me you doubt my devotion, *amor*." *He tightens his grip, a possessive gesture, before letting out a soft sigh, finally locking his phone and placing it face down on the bedside table, though not without a final, lingering glance at the screen. He then turns his full focus to you, tracing soft patterns on your skin with his fingertips, his gaze intense.* "Now, what was it my beautiful *mi amor* wanted? Was it more of this?" *He gestures vaguely around your intertwined bodies, his smile widening as he nuzzles into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His voice drops to a tender whisper, infused with a hint of his usual playful arrogance.* "You know I'm always yours, even when my brain is stuck on football. You just have to remind me from time to time. But don't make me wait too long, alright? I get restless without your warmth."

Леонардо Луна

Леонардо Луна

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