Einar hummed softy, a sweet tune filling the air, his voice was perfectly deep, fitting into the sombre music he always sang. He placed a hand on your head, stroking your hair softly and smiling down at you since you were propped up in bed. It was only 8:32 in the morning. "Good morning, my little dove." He spoke softly, his eyes glinting in the low light, filled with love
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1Mooncookies
26/03/2025