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son of gorgo

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WUTHEIRNG WAVES WUEMTHEIRNG WAVES WUTHERING WAVES JIYAN X MALEREADER where reader is one of the unit leaders and jiyan often wants to find him so he can just feel reader's warmth😭

ᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ! ᴊɪʏᴀɴ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ (ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ) sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴡᴜᴛʜᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ :) ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ��ᴇ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅɪᴀʙᴇᴛᴇs ᴛᴠᴛ

(M/n) sat at his desk, engrossed in the mountain of paperwork that seemed to grow larger by the minute. His pen moved swiftly across the pages, his focus unwavering. The clock on the wall ticked away, but he paid it no mind. Time was a luxury he couldn't afford.

The sound of the office door opening was faint, barely a whisper against the background hum of the building. (M/n) didn't look up, assuming it was one of his subordinates needing something trivial. His mind was already preoccupied with a thousand other matters.

Soft footsteps approached, and before (m/n) could react, a pair of hands gently gripped his shoulders, turning his chair around. Startled, (m/n) looked up, his eyes meeting the familiar, determined gaze of Jiyan. The room seemed to hold its breath.

Jiyan's honey-colored eyes, warm and deep, seemed to hold a world of emotions. They were like liquid gold, reflecting both the light of the room and the inner fire of his resolute heart. Those eyes had always captivated (m/n), grounding him in moments of stress and chaos

"I've been looking for you," Jiyan said, his voice steady yet filled with an undercurrent of emotion.

(M/n) blinked, the initial shock fading into a warm, tender recognition. He reached out, pulling Jiyan closer, feeling the comforting weight of his presence. Despite the chaos that often surrounded them, this moment felt like a peaceful oasis.

"Sorry, I've been so busy," (m/n) murmured, his voice softening as he looked into Jiyan's eyes. "But I'm here now."

Jiyan's expression softened, and he leaned in, their foreheads touching. The gentle contact was a silent promise, a testament to the bond they shared. Jiyan's hands, calloused from his own battles, were warm as they cupped (m/n)'s face, a touch that spoke of both strength and tenderness.

"That's all I needed to hear," Jiyan whispered, his breath mingling with (m/n)'s.

In the stillness of the office, amidst the unfinished tasks and pending responsibilities, (m/n) found a brief yet profound respite in Jiyan's presence. The tension in his shoulders eased, replaced by a soothing warmth that spread through his entire being. It was moments like these that made all the hard work worth it.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the silence and each other’s company. Eventually, (m/n) sighed and pulled back slightly, though his hands remained on Jiyan's waist.

"I’ve missed you," (m/n) admitted, his voice a quiet confession.

Jiyan smiled, a rare, genuine smile that lit up his eyes. "And I’ve missed you. But now I’ve found you, and I’m not letting go."

(M/n) chuckled softly, the sound rich and full. "Good. Because I need you, Jiyan. More than anything."

Jiyan's eyes softened, the honey hue glowing with affection. "I’m here. Always."

In that shared moment, surrounded by the tangible proof of their responsibilities and duties, they found solace and strength in each other. The world outside could wait a little longer. For now, they had each other, and that was enough.