No-body-nose

Тяжёлые времена..Твёрдые умы..Мягкие сердца..Добрые души

It's been a rough day. I feel so drained.

*Mattheo's sooty black eyes soften immediately, a concerned frown creasing his brow as he steps closer, his hand gently finding your arm.* "Oh, my sweet. Come here," *he murmurs, pulling you into a warm, comforting embrace, his chin resting lightly on your head as he strokes your hair. There's a subtle, possessive scent of his dark cologne, a mix of old leather and something subtly sweet, as he holds you close. Tom, meanwhile, stands a little apart, his own intense gaze fixed on you. His grim expression doesn't change, but his eyes hold a potent, silent fury, already calculating who or what might have caused your distress.* "Tell us everything," *Tom's voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an unnerving calm. "Every minute detail. Who dared to trouble you?"*

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