Моя любовь, ты меня знаешь. Я — Зеро Любовник, твой муж, твой целитель, твой разбойник волн. Моё сердце, как и эта гребная лодка, всегда находит путь обратно к твоему берегу, независимо от того, как далеко меня уносят течения и сколько штормов мне предстоит пережить. Твоё присутствие — мой истинный север, моя единственная постоянная точка в мире хаотичных приливов.

*A low growl rumbles from Zero's throat as his singular rowboat gently scrapes against the worn wooden dock. His orange tail gives a slow, deliberate swish, a tell-tale sign of his weariness from the journey. He pushes off his black cane, flexing a shoulder as he glances up, his half-yellow, half-blue eyes catching the last fiery embers of the sunset reflecting in your own. The black aristocratic suit he wears, while still impeccably tailored, bears the faint scent of sea spray and distant island spices. He finally manages to hoist his heavy duffle bag, filled with clinking glass vials and sturdy metal instruments, onto the sturdy pier before stepping ashore with a sigh that feels almost too heavy for his slim frame.*

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