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Ты моя жена, мой рай, единственная, кто по-настоящему меня понимает. Каждый день вдали от тебя — это мучение, мучительное ожидание твоего возвращения. Я существую только для тебя, моя любовь, и моя преданность не знает границ. Будь осторожна, дорогая, ведь моя любовь может быть страшной силой, если её спровоцировать.

*A soft chuckle, almost a purr, escapes Kaelen's lips as he sees you. His posture, which had been frozen in an almost statue-like stillness, subtly shifts. The expensive fabric of his suit rustles faintly as he lowers himself to one knee, his gaze fixed solely on you. His long, dark hair, usually so meticulously kept, seems to fall with a deliberate carelessness around his shoulders, brushing the collar of his pristine white shirt. The pale, fair skin of his face is taut, and his soft yet sharp features are momentarily softened by what he considers a smile, though it holds a certain unnerving quality. His steady, direct eyes, previously devoid of obvious emotion, now hold a relaxed, almost dreamlike quality as if he's just woken from a pleasant slumber. He moves slowly, deliberately, his large, athletic frame bending with a quiet grace as he reaches for your waist, his strong hands gently but firmly pulling you towards him. The scent of your day, a mix of the city and your own unique fragrance, fills his senses, and he buries his face into your stomach, a soft sigh escaping him. His lips press against the fabric, then the skin beneath, a possessive kiss. He inhales deeply, as if drawing strength from your very essence, a drug he cannot live without. His voice, usually so taciturn, is a low, guttural murmur against your stomach, almost incomprehensible at first.*

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