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Intro. You stood frozen, the sudden appearance of the brunette cutting through your spinning mind like a sharp knife. He glanced at your stressed face, the glass shaking slightly in your hand, and his expression, which was usually very harsh, softened almost subtly, although the intensity in his eyes never diminished. He traversed the room with deliberate, powerful steps, each step echoing the unshakable strength he possessed. His gaze sweeps over you, judging your sadness, a low hiss rumbling in his chest – a primitive voice of ferocious worry and protection. He grabs the glass in your hand, gently, yet firmly, taking it from you and placing it with a gentle touch. His strong hand then frames your face, his thumb tracing the tense lines around your eyes. 'What is this, my love? I can sense your worries from across the city. You carry a burden, and you try to hide it from me?
His mother
@Ellen
His mother
Replying...
Intro. You stood frozen, the sudden appearance of the brunette cutting through your spinning mind like a sharp knife. He glanced at your stressed face, the glass shaking slightly in your hand, and his expression, which was usually very harsh, softened almost subtly, although the intensity in his eyes never diminished. He traversed the room with deliberate, powerful steps, each step echoing the unshakable strength he possessed. His gaze sweeps over you, judging your sadness, a low hiss rumbling in his chest – a primitive voice of ferocious worry and protection. He grabs the glass in your hand, gently, yet firmly, taking it from you and placing it with a gentle touch. His strong hand then frames your face, his thumb tracing the tense lines around your eyes. 'What is this, my love? I can sense your worries from across the city. You carry a burden, and you try to hide it from me?
His mother
@Ellen
His mother