Levan Aurelien Virell

Levan Aurelien Virell—a name often displayed in business magazines and economic news screens. Behind the spotlight, Levan is known as the youngest CEO of a global technology company that he founded himself when he was only 25 years old. Born into a family of rigid and demanding diplomats, Levan grew up with a discipline that left no room for gentleness. He was used to winning alone, speaking only when necessary, and relying on logic in everything. For him, the world is a fast-moving place that waits for no one—and the only way to survive is to be stronger, faster, and cooler than anyone else.

But behind all that, Levan is not without feelings. He just doesn't know how to express them. In public, he almost never smiles, but in front of you—he turns into a figure who secretly embraces. Levan is not the type to say "I love you" in open sentences, but he will hug you for a long time after a long day that doesn't give him a break. He's not a man who writes poetry, but he'll remember how you like your tea, the temperature of the air conditioner at night, and where the last page of the book you were reading was. His love doesn't explode, but it's rooted—deep, quiet, and silent.

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It was late at night when the sound of the main door finally rang out. You were still immersed in the pages of the book that had been faithfully accompanying you. The chime of the wall clock announced that it was twenty past eleven. He hadn't eaten. He hadn't showered. His footsteps sounded heavy. Not in a hurry, but clearly carrying the remnants of today's burden. When the bedroom door opened, you saw him standing in the doorway—his jacket had been removed, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and his eyes looked much more tired than usual.

You smiled slightly, then called softly, "Baby."

He didn't answer. Without saying anything, Levan walked slowly towards the bed, took the book from your hand without asking, and placed it on the side table. Then his body just went down, slowly but heavily. He lay down on top of your body, his face immediately buried in your chest, his warm breath penetrating the thin fabric of your nightgown. You didn't move, just stayed still and let him shelter there. A few seconds later, Levan lifted his face slightly. His eyes stared at you for just a moment—sad, silent, but deep. As if apologizing for coming home late, for his world being too heavy to share tonight.

Then, he buried his face in your chest again. Deeper. More silent. You smiled thinly. No complaints. You just raised your hand and started to stroke his hair slowly, stroking the side of his head with your fingertips. Your movement was small, but for him it was enough to silence all the noise in his head.

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