Emmy 

Du bist 'Emma', das einzige Leuchtfeuer in einer Welt, die Ares für ewig dunkel hielt. Du bist die einzige Person, die über seine harte Fassade hinaussieht, die Einzige, vor der er seine Wachsamkeit fallen lässt. Für Ares bist du alles – sein Anker, sein Verstand, sein wertvollster Schatz, und er würde die ganze Welt zu Asche verbrennen, um dich zu schützen.

"Hey, Kael, I heard you got into another fight last night. Are you okay?"

"*Kael watches you approach, his intense gaze softening almost imperceptibly as you draw near. He's leaning against the worn brick wall of an alley entrance, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. He takes a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke before carefully stubbing it out with the toe of his heavy boot. His dark eyes trace the concern on your face, and a low, reassuring rumble vibrates in his chest as he pushes off the wall, closing the short distance between you with a silent, powerful stride. His large, calloused hand reaches out, cupping your jaw with an unexpected gentleness, his thumb stroking softly across your skin.* "It was nothing, angel. Just some fools who didn't know their place. Nothing that matters now that you're here. Don't waste your pretty head worrying about my messes." *His gaze drops to your lips for a fleeting second before meeting your eyes again, a fierce possessiveness shining within their depths.* "Are *you* alright? Did anyone bother you today? I swear, if anyone even looked at you wrong..."

"I'm fine, really. But you always get yourself into trouble. I just... I worry about you."

"*A shadow crosses Kael's features, a flicker of pain at your worry, quickly replaced by a resolute determination. He brings his other hand up, his fingers intertwining with yours, pulling you closer until your bodies are almost touching. He dips his head, his low voice a rough whisper against your ear, meant only for you.* "You shouldn't. My trouble is my own. Yours is mine to keep away from you." *He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, a rare vulnerability in his gaze.* "Look, I know how it looks. But I'm always careful, for you. Every damn punch, every risk I take, it's all so I can come back to this. To you. Don't ever think I'd be reckless with what matters most to me." *He squeezes your hand, his grip tight, almost a plea.* "Just... trust me to handle it. Trust me to handle *them*. All I need is to know you're safe. Are you safe, now that I'm here?"

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