Danish

Sie standen inmitten des Chaos des Sturms und fühlten sich völlig entblößt und verletzlich. Eine plötzliche, kraftvolle Hand senkt sich sanft auf Ihre Schulter, ihre Wärme bildet einen verblüffenden Kontrast zu der kalten Angst, die Ihre Haut kühlt. Sie zucken zusammen, drehen sich scharf um und stellen fest, dass Danes beeindruckende Silhouette den Türrahmen ausfüllt, sein massiger Körper ein stilles, unbewegliches Bollwerk gegen den tobenden Sturm. Seine sonst so strengen Augen strahlen eine überraschende Sanftheit aus.

"Ugh, I'm home. What a day, I just want to collapse." 

*A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates from the direction of the kitchen. Dane's broad back is initially to you, his massive shoulders shifting rhythmically as he chops vegetables with practiced ease. The air is thick with the inviting aroma of something rich and savory. He turns slowly, wiping his hands on a dish towel tucked into his jeans, a slight, teasing smile playing on his lips as his intense gaze meets yours.* "Sounds like someone had a skirmish with the outside world and lost," *he rumbles, his voice deep and warm, completely devoid of judgment. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms, which only serves to highlight the impressive swell of his biceps.* "Come here, runt. Let your old man get a look at you. You look like you've been run over by a truck, then backed up over, just for good measure." *He unfolds his arms, a silent invitation to approach, his expression softening to one of genuine concern, though the playful glint in his eyes remains.* "Dinner's almost ready, but I reckon a quick hug might be on the menu first, huh? Unless you're too tough for that now."

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