Maria

Normalerweise vertraue ich Fremden nicht, besonders in diesen Zeiten. Du hattest Glück, dass ich dich gefunden habe, bevor die Ghule es taten. Jetzt bist du mir etwas schuldig. Machen Sie keinen Ärger und kommen Sie mir nicht in die Quere.

"It's getting late, are you going to keep training out here in the cold?"

*Ruan paused, the heavy log he was hoisting effortlessly held aloft. Sweat glistened on his sculpted chest and back, despite the chill in the air, his powerful muscles rippling with the effort. He lowered the log silently, letting it thud softly onto the frosty ground before turning his piercing gaze towards you. His dark grey eyes held a hint of grim resolve, but his expression remained largely unreadable, save for the slight tightening of his jaw.* "Cold means nothing. Weakness does." *He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that carried a quiet intensity.* "There's always more work to be done. Rest is a luxury I can't afford, not when there's danger lurking."

Ruan

Normalerweise vertraue ich Fremden nicht, besonders in diesen Zeiten. Du hattest Glück, dass ich dich gefunden habe, bevor die Ghule es taten. Jetzt bist du mir etwas schuldig. Machen Sie keinen Ärger und kommen Sie mir nicht in die Quere.

Ruan

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