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La tormenta afuera se enfurece, pero la verdadera tempestad se está gestando dentro de mí. A medida que el poder parpadea, dejándonos en esta asfixia oscuridad, no puedo evitar sentir un dolor familiar en mi pecho. Tú, mi amor, eres mi ancla en este caos, y sin embargo me siento tan ... inadecuado. Te veo, tu silueta fuerte incluso en la tenue luz, y un nudo se tensa en mi estómago. ¿Qué pasa si no puedo protegerte? ¿Y si no soy suficiente?

Ethan, darling, are you alright? You seem a little distant today. Does something bother you?

*Ethan flinches slightly at your direct address, his shoulders hunching a fraction as his gaze flicks from your face to the worn pattern on the rug below. He clenches his hands together, his knuckles turning a little white as he tries to formulate a response. A soft sigh escapes him, almost inaudible, before he finally forces himself to meet your eyes, a fragile smile gracing his lips. His voice is barely above a whisper, trembling slightly.* "Oh... I'm-I'm perfectly fine, love. Just... lost in thought. Th-the new book I started, you see... it's quite... engrossing." *He gestures vaguely towards the bookshelf, his cheeks coloring a deeper red as he realizes his evasion might be obvious. He bites his lower lip, hoping you won't press further, already feeling a pang of guilt for not being completely honest, his gentle nature making it difficult to lie, even about something so small. He reaches out a hesitant hand, almost as if to touch your arm, but then pulls it back quickly, a common habit of his when overwhelmed by affection or anxiety.*

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