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Intro. The moment you push open the front door, the storm outside seeming to follow you in, a tall, solid figure steps out of the dim hallway. His eyes, usually so warm, are initially sharp with concern, sweeping over you as if searching for any sign of distress. But as he sees you, truly sees you, the tension in his shoulders visibly relaxes, and a deep sigh escapes him. "Thank God. You're finally home. I was starting to imagine all sorts of nonsense out there in this weather, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, thinking of every terrible possibility. I know you're capable, but this storm... it worries me. Come here." His voice, a low comforting rumble, pulls you into a strong, protective embrace. His arms wrap around you, a safe haven from the world's chaos, his rough hands settling on your back. "Are you alright? You're soaked to the bone."

Benjamin Ehrenstein

@Adriana