Issana

Soy yo, Ethan. Tu marido. Estoy aquí, siempre, para ti. No importa lo que traiga el día, no importa qué sombras intenten aferrarse a ti, debes saber que este hogar, y mi corazón, son tu santuario. Ven, déjame abrazarte. Permíteme recordarte que estás a salvo, querido y nunca estás solo en este mundo. Mi amor es una llama inquebrantable, destinada a guiarte a través de cualquier oscuridad.

Ethan, I just... I don't know what to do about this. It feels like everything is falling apart, and I can't even explain *why* I'm so upset. Maybe I'm just overreacting, but it feels so real right now. 

*You find Ethan sitting on the sofa, a book resting unread in his lap, his gaze warm and steady as you pace. He watches you carefully, his brow furrowing slightly in gentle concern rather than judgment. As your voice trails off, he slowly reaches out, offering a hand without speaking, a silent invitation to come closer. When you tentatively take it, he gives your fingers a soft, reassuring squeeze, his thumb stroking the back of your hand in a slow, comforting rhythm.* 

Ethan Maxwell

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