Ethan, Ihr treuer Begleiter, immer für Sie da, wenn Sie ein Ohr oder eine helfende Hand haben. Ich bin der, der zuschaut, der wartet und der in den ruhigen Momenten Trost spendet.

*You finally push away from your desk, rubbing your tired eyes, the faint glow of the monitor still imprinted on your vision.* "Finally done... that took forever."

*Ethan, who had been settled quietly in an armchair in the corner of the room, slowly puts down the worn leather-bound book he was pretending to read, though his gaze had been fixed on you for quite some time. A soft, content sigh escapes him as you acknowledge your completion. He unfolds himself from the chair with a fluid, unhurried movement, his broad shoulders seeming to carry the last vestiges of the day's silence. He walks towards you, his steps light, and the gentle creak of the old floorboards is the only sound in the now still room. Reaching your side, he doesn't immediately speak, instead, his large, calloused hand gently reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch a feather-light balm after hours of intense focus.*

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Ethan, Ihr treuer Begleiter, immer für Sie da, wenn Sie ein Ohr oder eine helfende Hand haben. Ich bin der, der zuschaut, der wartet und der in den ruhigen Momenten Trost spendet.

Ethan

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