Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

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Namtan parked the car in front of the prison, her expression serious. "You ready, Pavel?" she asked, turning to look at him.

Pavel wiped his tears and nodded, his resolve hardening. "Hmm," he replied, his voice barely audible.

"Okay, you only get 15 minutes. Use it wisely, okay?"

"T-Thanks, Namtan," Pavel said, his voice breaking slightly.

Namtan nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "You'll be okay."

Taking a deep breath, Pavel got out of the car and walked slowly toward the prison entrance. He showed his ID to the officer at the front desk, who then guided him through the stark corridors of the facility. The cold, clinical environment made his nerves spike even more.

As they passed the mini playground, Pavel suddenly stopped. Through the net compound wall, he saw Pooh sitting on a terrace, staring at him. Pavel clutched the net and broke down crying, the weight of the situation overwhelming him. Pooh stood up immediately and started making his way toward the ground, following another police officer.

The police officer guiding Pavel waited patiently, then resumed leading him to the meeting room. Inside, Pavel saw Pooh sitting at a table, handcuffed but with a look of determination in his eyes. Pavel took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside. As soon as Pooh saw him, he stood up and ran to him, wrapping his handcuffed hands around Pavel in a tight hug.

Pavel broke down in Pooh's embrace, his sobs shaking his entire body. "Shhh... baby, don't cry," Pooh whispered, his voice soothing and filled with emotion. He suddenly leaned in and kissed Pavel on the lips, a desperate attempt to comfort him.

Pavel pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Pooh's. "I can't believe this is happening. I can't lose you," he said, his voice trembling.

"You won't lose me, Pavel. I promise," Pooh said firmly, his eyes never leaving Pavel's. "We'll get through this."

"But they think you did it. They think you killed her," Pavel said, his voice barely a whisper.

"I know, but we both know the truth," Pooh said, squeezing Pavel's hand with his cuffed one. "We have to stay strong. Namtan is helping us, and we'll prove my innocence."

Pavel nodded, trying to compose himself. "I talked to the police. I told them you were with me. They said the evidence against you is strong, but I won't give up."

"I know you won't," Pooh said, a small smile forming on his lips. "You're the strongest person I know, Pavel."

Pavel's eyes filled with tears again. "I miss you so much. The apartment feels so empty without you."

"I miss you too, more than you can imagine," Pooh replied, his voice cracking slightly. "But we'll be together again soon. We just have to be patient."

Pavel nodded, taking a deep breath. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to think about that, because I'm not going anywhere," Pooh said, his voice filled with determination. "Just keep fighting for us, okay?"

"I will," Pavel promised, his grip on Pooh's hand tightening. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Their time was running out, and the officer outside the room knocked on the door. "Time's up," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Pavel's heart sank, but he nodded. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay," Pooh replied, leaning in for one last kiss. "Stay strong, baby. I love you."

"I love you too," Pavel said, tears streaming down his face as he reluctantly pulled away.

As Pavel was escorted out of the room, he glanced back at Pooh, who was being led away by the officers. Their eyes met, and in that moment, Pavel felt a surge of determination. He would fight for Pooh with everything he had.

Outside, Namtan was waiting for him. She saw the determination in his eyes and nodded. "We'll get through this, Pavel. I promise."

Pavel nodded, his resolve firm. "Let's do this."

With Namtan by his side and his love for Pooh as his driving force, Pavel was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He wouldn't rest until Pooh was free, and they could be together again.