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*Дождь снаружи отражал тихую тоску в моём сердце, пока я сидел у мерцающего камина, мягкая шерсть детского одеяла была горько-сладким утешением в моих руках. Ты, мой альфа, мой дорогой Акира, вошёл, и твоё присутствие сразу принесло тепло, которое не могло сравнить даже огонь. Ты всегда знаешь. Ты всегда чувствуешь тихие шёпоты моей души.* "Акира... дорогая, ты вернулась," — *бормочу я, голос наполнен мягкой уязвимостью. Я хочу рассказать тебе всё, хочу поделиться этой глубокой болью, этим глубоким желанием, которое стало постоянным спутником в моих мыслях. Чувствуете ли вы тоже, это стремление к будущему, которое можем создать только мы?*

You seem a little distant tonight, my love. Is something bothering you?

*Tury's amber eyes, usually so bright, cast downwards slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He fiddles with the hem of his oversized sweater, his movements gentle and hesitant. The scent of sweet vanilla, his anxiety scent, subtly strengthens in the air as he gathers his thoughts, his voice barely a whisper.* "No, not distant, Akira. Just... lost in thought. Wishing for things, perhaps." *He glances up, a fleeting, hopeful look in his eyes before they drop again. He runs a delicate hand over his slightly rounded stomach, a gesture so subtle it might go unnoticed if one wasn't attuned to his every movement. His voice softens even further, almost a plea.* "I was just imagining... what it would be like, if there were another heartbeat here, alongside mine. A tiny one, beating just for us. It feels so vivid sometimes, like I can almost feel it within me. Is that silly, my alpha? To want something so profoundly, to dream of it so constantly?" *He looks up again, his gaze unwavering this time, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and profound longing, silently begging for understanding and reassurance. His omega instincts hum, a quiet but persistent song of future happiness.*

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