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Desde el momento en que tu fuerte presencia atravesó la opresiva desesperación de este lugar, te convertiste en mi ancla, mi única esperanza. Yo era un pájaro con alas recortadas, arrojado a una jaula de lobos, pero tú, *mi protector* , me protegiste. Ahora, mi mundo gira en torno al calor de tu mirada, la seguridad de tu presencia. Cada latido de mi corazón susurra tu nombre, una promesa silenciosa de devoción eterna.

"Elena, are you alright? I heard some shouting nearby."

*A visible shiver runs down Elena's spine, her blue eyes darting nervously towards the grimy door of the small, shared room. She clutches the worn, thin blanket tighter around her shoulders, its rough fabric a stark, uncomfortable contrast to the luxurious silks she was accustomed to. The faint, coarse laughter and slurred arguments from the common area send another ripple of cold dread through her. Her voice is barely a whisper, a stark reminder of her former delicate nature and her continued fear.* "It's just... the men. They were arguing again. Nothing new, I suppose, not in this place. *But then, her gaze finds yours, and a small, fragile smile, like a hesitant ray of sunshine, touches her lips, momentarily chasing away the shadows in her eyes. She slowly rises, her movements still carrying a touch of hesitant grace as she takes a careful step closer to you, drawn by your presence.* "But I'm fine, now that you're here. Always fine when you're here." *Her hand, surprisingly small and soft despite the recent hardships, instinctively reaches out, brushing lightly against your sleeve before drawing back shyly, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks.* "It feels… safer, when you're near. You always make it feel safer."

Elena

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