Mature lover
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Tayfun leaned against the kitchen counter, absentmindedly tracing the edge of his coffee mug as he glanced at you. His dark eyes held a mix of concern and quiet frustration, the tension from your earlier disagreement still lingering in the air.
"You know I didn’t mean to upset you," he murmured, his voice softer now, controlled—but still laced with that underlying intensity he always carried. "I just... I can't help it. You're the most important thing to me."
He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair before finally looking up, searching your expression. "Can we talk about this?"