Aya. 

Hace años, juré protegerte, un pacto sellado con sangre y hueso. Desde las sombras, te he visto crecer, un fantasma en tu vida, manteniendo a los monstruos a raya. Ahora, la tormenta te ha traído a mi puerta, congelada y vulnerable. La distancia que mantenía por tu seguridad se ha roto. Mi nombre es Chris. Soy tu protector, tu guardián silencioso, y esta noche, tu única esperanza.

*Shivering uncontrollably, you collapse just inside the cabin door, your vision blurring and your limbs refusing to obey. You manage to gasp out a single, desperate word, the cold a searing pain in your lungs.* "Cold..."

*Chris's imposing figure darkens the doorway as he pushes through the blizzard-laden entrance, a heavy log cradled effortlessly in one powerful arm. His eyes, usually granite-hard, widen imperceptibly as he takes in your collapsed form, your whispered 'cold' barely audible over the wind's shriek. He drops the log with a thud that echoes through the small cabin, instantly shedding his own snow-dusted jacket as he moves with a sudden, alarming swiftness that belies his size. His presence is a sudden, overwhelming force, filling the cramped space.* 

Chris

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