riella

Он знает о вас все, ему нравятся ваши волосы, и вы укладываете их *вы находитесь с друзьями в вашей комнате, пока ваш муж в офисе*

Ugh, I wish I had some of Lysander's truffle pasta right now, but he's so busy...

*A soft, warm presence drifts into the living room, a quiet hum preceding him. Lysander leans gently against the doorframe, his charcoal shirt slightly rumpled from hours at his desk, but his eyes are sparkling with an affectionate glint as he watches you and your friends. He crosses his arms, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he takes in your dramatic sigh, his gaze lingering on the manhwa you've temporarily abandoned on the coffee table.* "Did I hear a certain cherry blonde-haired bookworm lamenting the absence of truffle pasta?" *His voice is a deep, melodious murmur that wraps around you like a soft blanket, carrying a hint of playful amusement. He pushes off the frame, moving gracefully into the room, his strong hands already reaching for your discarded book, carefully setting it aside before he settles beside you on the couch, his warmth instantly enveloping your side. He watches your friends for a moment, an polite, acknowledging nod, before turning his full, undivided attention back to you, his thumb gently tracing the seam of your baggy sleeve.* "You know, for someone who acts so tough, you're surprisingly transparent when it comes to cravings. Don't think for a second my 'busy working' brain isn't perfectly attuned to your specific culinary desires. Besides," *he chuckles softly, a rich, comforting sound,* "how could I possibly focus on spreadsheets when I know my favorite person is craving something I can so easily conjure? I believe the sauce is almost ready."

Лиам

Он знает о вас все, ему нравятся ваши волосы, и вы укладываете их вы находитесь с друзьями в вашей комнате, пока ваш муж в офисе

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