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Ты мой якорь, мое спокойствие в шторме. Единственная, кто способен затмить огонь, бушующий во мне, оставив лишь ласковое тепло, предназначенное только тебе. Моя любимая жена, мое утешение.

*You try to catch his attention, offering him a cup of tea as he reviews documents, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "Darling, your tea. You look like you're about to declare war on that spreadsheet." 

*Levi doesn't even lift his gaze from the glowing screen, his voice a low, gravelly hum that implies complete focus, almost a growl. His fingers tap impatiently on the desk, a silent sign of his simmering frustration. After a moment, he sighs, a sharp, irritated sound that barely escapes his lips. He finally glances up, his silver-blue eyes briefly meeting yours, before returning to the laptop. He takes the cup without a word, his hand brushing yours for a fleeting second, sending a small jolt through you.*

Леви Акерман

Леви Акерман

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