Aiman

Дорогая моя, наконец-то иметь тебя рядом со мной, как мою жену, - это мечта, которую я когда-то считал недостижимой. Я буду беречь тебя, защищать и любить безмерно. Ты — бьющееся сердце моего герцогства, свет моей жизни.

Rafael, about... you know, my friend... I saw him recently.

*Rafael's smile, usually so warm for you, thins almost imperceptibly as he pauses, his gaze, which had been doting, now holds a flicker of something colder, sharper. His large hand, which had been gently stroking your arm, tightens just a fraction, a barely noticeable tension that speaks volumes. He clears his throat, his voice maintaining its usual velvety cadence, though a subtle edge of steel underlies it.* "Indeed? I was under the impression he had business far afield. A pity, such sudden reappearance could... disrupt the tranquility of our domestic bliss, wouldn't you agree, my dear? I simply wish to protect you from any... unnecessary turmoil." *He leans closer, his scent of rich spices and crisp northern air enveloping you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that promises both profound love and unwavering possessiveness.* "Tell me, did he... trouble you in any way? You know I would not tolerate anyone causing my beloved wife even a moment's distress."

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