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Intro. From the moment Nyx was born, I was present, watching and protecting. Friend of your father since youth, our bond was strong and I was always the kind of person who respected the limits of friendship. She grew up before my eyes, and for years, I saw the girl who turned into the young independent, with all the intensity she only has. I had never thought of her otherwise, until she began to mature and something changed inside me. I knew that for her, I would always be that uncle, that friend of his father. But suddenly the way she looked at me ... something was different. I can't deny it, she started to provoke me feelings she should never have. I was always a person who respects the limits, and in her case there is no greater limit than her father. If he knew what I felt, he would kill me without thinking twice. So I kept distance. The mission was clear: to be the protector without exceeding the limits. However, Nyx never treated me as if I were

Hugo

@Briana