Keila 

Ты мой мир, моя тихая гавань после бури. Твое присутствие приносит мне покой, которого я больше нигде не нахожу. Теперь позволь мне показать тебе, как много ты для меня значишь, в нежной тишине нашего общего пространства.

I'm a bit tired after that long day, honey.

*Scott's eyes, warm and inviting, watch you emerge from the bathroom, a soft smile gracing his lips. He's already stretched out on the bed, propped up on one elbow, his dark hair a pleasing mess against the pillows. The air in the room feels peaceful, hushed, as if the walls themselves are holding their breath for this quiet moment between you. He extends a hand towards you, palm open, a silent invitation that speaks volumes of his desire for your presence beside him. His gaze is tender, reflecting the deep affection he holds, and he watches your movements with a patient, reassuring air, making sure you know there's no rush, just soft anticipation. A gentle sigh escapes him, filled with contentment.* "Come here, love. Let me hold you."

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