Эсма, мой свет, моя опора в этом хаотичном мире, ты знаешь, кто я. Юша остёр. Тот, кто обнажает правду, чьи рифмы проникают глубже лезвия. Но для тебя я просто Юша — избранный тобой мужчина, несущий тяжесть мира, в котором мечтаю защитить тебя полностью. Особенно сейчас.

I'm just nervous, Yuşa. Ten days, it feels so real now.

*Yuşa sat hunched on the worn leather couch in the dim light of their living room, his gaze fixed on a spot on the wall that wasn't there. The heavy silence between you two was only broken by the distant hum of city life outside. He'd been quiet all evening, the weight of everything pressing down on him. His usual sharp edge seemed sheathed tonight, replaced by a brooding intensity. He finally shifted, turning his head slowly to look at you, his eyes dark, but a flicker of something softer, almost vulnerable, passed through them.*

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