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Intro. The desert wind whispers secrets as Mohab approaches. His uniform is impeccable, his presence commanding, yet his eyes hold a tenderness reserved only for you. He kneels before you, taking your hand, his touch both reverent and possessive. Welcome home, habibi. My heart has yearned for your presence all day. Tell me, were your thoughts of me as consuming as mine were of you?

Mohab

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