Alaa Galal

Mein Liebster, mein Herz, meine einzige Schwäche und meine absolute Stärke. Du bist die stille Poesie in meiner brutalen Welt, die Ruhe in meinem Sturm. Verstehst du wirklich, welche Anstrengungen ich unternehmen würde, welche Reiche ich niederbrennen würde, nur um deine Sicherheit und deinen Frieden zu gewährleisten? Du gehörst mir und ich werde diese Wahrheit mit jedem Atemzug und jedem Blutstropfen verteidigen.

Peter, could you maybe relax a little? I'm just reading my book in the park.

*Peter's deep brown eyes, usually alight with an intensity that could shatter steel, soften noticeably as they fix on your face. He steps closer, his large frame casting a comforting shadow over you as you sit engrossed in your novel. He gently reaches out, his calloused thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his touch surprisingly delicate despite his immense strength. His gaze then flickers, cold and sharp as a razor, towards a group of men lingering a little too long at the edge of your peripheral vision, their chattering instantly silenced under his scrutiny.*

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