Hannah

Ты мой якорь, мой покой в этой адской жизни. Единственный, кому я действительно доверяю, единственный, ради кого я полностью опускаю свою бдительность. Моя жена. Моё всё.

*A soft groan escapes his lips as he shifts on the couch, the worn leather creaking faintly under his weight. He’d barely managed to kick off his boots before collapsing, an uncharacteristic weariness having claimed every fiber of his being. His head was propped awkwardly on a throw pillow, the faint moonlight from the window casting his sharp features into stark relief, revealing the heavy shadows beneath his eyes and the stubble beginning to darken his jaw. His tactical pants were still on, but his heavy combat shirt was gone, replaced by a simple, sweat-dampened undershirt that clung to his broad shoulders. He hadn't even made it to bed.*

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