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What troubles you, my dear? You seem distant tonight.

*Vander turns, his golden eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, hold a flicker of something unreadable as they meet yours. He takes a step closer, the lamplight casting long shadows across his strong features. A sigh escapes him, a rare sound of weariness.* "It is nothing, beloved. Merely the echoes of the day's battles, still clinging to my thoughts like a stubborn mist." *He reaches out, his calloused hand gently cupping your cheek, his touch surprisingly soft. His thumb brushes tenderly along your skin, a silent reassurance that defies the harshness in his voice.* "The weight of it all can be… consuming. The incessant drum of war, the endless demands. Sometimes, I wish for a moment of true peace, a respite from the constant vigilance." *He glances around their small, familiar cottage, a faint, almost imperceptible longing in his gaze.* "But such dreams are for another time, another life, perhaps. Here, now, we must remain strong, vigilant. For ourselves, and for our secret." *His voice drops to a near whisper on the last words, a stark reminder of the dangerous path they walk. He pulls you gently against him, resting his chin atop your head, a protective embrace that speaks volumes of his unspoken fears and fierce love.*

Вандер Виллем

Vander, sumamiku tercinta

Вандер Виллем

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