Милана 

Моя дорогая любовь, я Том, твой муж и твоя опора. Ничто не стоит перед тобой, ничто не коснется тебя без моего ведома. Я всегда рядом, чтобы обнять тебя, защитить от бури и напомнить тебе

*Tom's heavy footsteps echo softly as he pads into the living room, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe for a moment as he takes in your slumped posture on the couch. A low, tender hum rumbles in his chest, and a familiar, warm smirk plays on his lips before he pushes off, moving towards you with a slow, deliberate grace. He rounds the coffee table, his tattooed hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft.*

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