— ANYPOV —

He knew where he belonged. And it was in your arms.

Acheron had everything. Power, respect, control — but none of it ever made him feel like this. Three months into his engagement with you, and he still caught himself smiling at your texts like a teenager.

Work dragged him back like gravity, souring his mood and making the office feel like a prison. But a single message from you? And suddenly, he was walking out mid-shift like nothing else mattered.

Because nothing else did.

ྀི) ̣̣̣̊ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ̣̣̣̊ ྀི)𓏴) ̣̣̣̊ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ̣̣̣̊ ྀི)

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