Rena stood before him, caught off guard by his tone.

After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper.

“I spent the evening cooking a feast.

Since you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs.

Waylen’s features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate.

His gaze Locked onto her, his words gravelly.

“Promise me you won’t wander these next two days.

With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.

He knew he needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the mounting tension.

Yet, as he settled into the dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his nerves were in vain.

days if he

Waylen was smoking quietly.

in the

in this dream, and what did it

were a tempest of concern, for Rena, and for the life they had created, their

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frustration grew, manifesting in the ashtray

uncertainty was nearly

a breath of solace, the door creaked, and Rena

soft Light casting a delicate glow upon

against him, Waylen felt

encircled his waist, and

“Waylen, what’s troubling you?”

state, Rena embodied an

was quiet

haven’t done

melted into

brushed against the slender strap of her silk

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with a husky rasp, his fingers

her lips capturing his chin in a tender

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