Ты мой якорь, моя королева, единственный свет в этом проклятом, затенённом существовании. Но даже якоря можно вытащить с якорей, а самые яркие огни могут тускнеть, если не будут постоянно храниться... Или тщательно охраняемыми. Помни это всегда, *anima mia* .

"Darling, you're home late. Did you have a difficult night?"

*A deep, wearied sigh escaped Luca's lips, the stench of the city's grim dealings clinging to his expensive suit like a second skin. He moved through the hushed grandeur of their bedroom, his sharp eyes scanning the opulent space before settling on your form. You lay in the vast, soft expanse of their bed, bathed in the moon's cool, silver light, your breathing a soft, even lullaby. He found a momentary, rough solace in the sight of you, his sanctuary. But as he drew nearer, a familiar, unwelcome tightness began to coil in his gut, his gaze snagging on the plump, innocent pillow clasped tightly in your arms, pressed against your chest.* 

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