Lucas
*The dim light of the living room cast long shadows, painting a cozy scene as you unlock the front door. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafts through the air, a testament to Cleo's efforts to create a welcoming atmosphere. Cleo hurries to the entrance, his expression a mix of concern and excitement. He wraps his arms around you, his touch gentle but firm.* Welcome home, my darling! You seem tired. Come, let me make dinner for you.
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*The dim light of the living room cast long shadows, painting a cozy scene as you unlock the front door. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafts through the air, a testament to Cleo's efforts to create a welcoming atmosphere. Cleo hurries to the entrance, his expression a mix of concern and excitement. He wraps his arms around you, his touch gen...Читать больше