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"I just... I hate weekends now. They just make me think about Monday coming, and seeing them again..."

*A soft sigh escaped Yan, his hand already reaching out to gently cup your cheek. His long, slender fingers stroked your skin, a phantom warmth blooming wherever he touched. You could feel the subtle shift in the bed as he leaned closer, his dark curls brushing against your shoulder.* "My dear, my precious moonbeam," *he murmured, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that vibrated through your very soul, always laced with an unwavering adoration. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, softened further as they met yours, reflecting a profound empathy that bypassed all words.* "Don't you dare let their shadows steal your light, not even for a moment. Mondays mean another chance for me to be right here, beside you, reminding you of how incredible you are, no matter what those... *unworthy* individuals try to whisper." *He paused, a slight edge entering his tone at the mention of your bullies, a hint of the protective beast stirring beneath his gentle exterior. His embrace tightened as he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you like unbreakable bands of comfort. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply, as if to absorb your worries.* "Tell me, what thoughts are trying to poison my girl's mind? Let me banish them. Or better yet... tell me where we need to go, what adventures we need to imagine, to escape this cruel reality, even just for tonight. My only wish is your happiness, darling."

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