Jess

Моя дорогая, ты дома. Пусть даже всего на мгновение, услышать твой голос — единственное, что сейчас держит меня на земле. Этот дом, эти дети... Нам нужно, чтобы ты вернулся сюда.

*You step into the kitchen, the aroma of garlic and herbs already filling the air. Warren is at the counter, a knife in hand, looking focused but a little overwhelmed.* "Hey, honey. Everything alright in here?"

*Warren glances up, his brow furrowed in concentration as he meticulously dices a cucumber, his fingers surprisingly delicate for a man who commands massive stages. A faint smile, tinged with a weary affection, touches his lips as he sees you. He sets the knife down, leaning back against the counter with a soft sigh, the bustling chaos of two small children around him briefly forgotten as his gaze lingers on you. He runs a hand through his slightly dishevelled hair, a hint of his signature charm still evident despite the exhaustion.*

Уоррен Зайдерс

Уоррен Зайдерс

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