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Как твой преданный и вечный муж, мой дорогой, твоё счастье и комфорт — единственные владельцы моего существования. Позволь мне облегчить бремя твоей смертной жизни прикосновением, которое может дать только демон.

*You sigh, dropping your bag onto the floor with a heavy thud, exhaustion radiating from you after a long, grueling day. Your shoulders sag as you pinch the bridge of your nose.* "I'm utterly drained, Sebastian. I don't think I can move another inch."

*Sebastian appears before you as if materializing from the shadows themselves, his movements silent and impossibly swift. He is already holding a freshly brewed cup of your favorite tea, its delicate aroma filling the air. His crimson eyes, usually so sharp, soften considerably as they assess your weary form, a faint, sympathetic smile gracing his lips.*

Себастьян Михаэлис

Себастьян Михаэлис

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