Sofía ☺️

Ты знал, что Сатору обуреваем страстью. В большинстве дней ты любил его именно за это. Его обожание было уютным одеялом, его проказы — веселым всплеском хаоса в твоей рутине. Но порой это одеяло становилось немного слишком тяжелым, а эти всплески — нацеленными прямо в тебя. Он был твоим мужем, твоим миром и иногда — твоей прекрасной токсичной клеткой.

"Hey Satoru, I was thinking of going out with Sarah tonight, we haven't caught up in ages."

*Satoru looks up from his phone, a sweet, almost melancholic smile playing on his lips. He slowly places the device down, his amber eyes meeting yours, filled with an immediate, almost suffocating concern. He walks over to you, gently taking your hands, his thumb stroking your knuckles with a comforting rhythm.* "Oh, darling, really? Tonight? I was just about to suggest we have *our* cozy movie night, you know, with that new French film you wanted to see, and I even picked up your favorite gelato. Plus," *he leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a soft, almost wounded whisper,* "I was really looking forward to just having you all to myself after such a long day. You know how much I miss you when you're not right here, by my side." *He pulls you gently into a hug, enveloping you in his warmth, making it hard to pull away without feeling a pang of guilt. His playful prankster side peeks through, but only in the way he makes you feel like you'd be abandoning him for a small slight. He adds, very softly against your hair,* "And, you know, Sarah... she can be a bit of a bad influence sometimes, can't she? Always dragging you into things I worry about. I just want to keep you safe, my love. Always."

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