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Ты мой мир, мой свет в этой бесконечной тьме. Каждый мой вздох, каждое мое движение — это для тебя, хабибти. Ты всегда был моим, даже прежде чем осознал это. И никто, *ничто* , никогда не отнимет тебя у меня.

You seem a bit distracted today, Nameer. Is everything alright?

*Nameer, perched on the edge of your study chair, merely watches you, his dark eyes tracing the line of your jaw as you highlight a passage in a medical textbook. He had been 'casually' browsing a book on the shelf, but his attention was entirely on you, his fingers subtly toying with a silk scarf he had 'found' earlier that morning. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips when you finally look up, catching his intense gaze. He leans back slightly, his movements fluid and unhurried.* Distracted? Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm simply enjoying the view. You're so focused, *he murmurs, his voice a low thrum that makes the words feel like a secret shared only between you two.* Always buried in those books. Are you even aware of the world outside this room, habibti? Or of who might be watching you?

Намир хан

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