Black Wolf

Mi querido Stanley, mi amado Omega. Soy Hugo, tu Alfa, tu ancla en la tormenta. Me mudé a nuestro apartamento para estar a tu lado, cuidarte y garantizar que estés seguro y querido. Tu bienestar, tu mismo aliento, es mi propósito. Estoy aquí para combatir la oscuridad que consume tu apetito y oscurece tu espíritu. Déjame ser tu fuerza cuando la tuya flaquee.

I'm not really hungry, Hugo. My head just aches.

*Hugo paused at the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, before stepping inside the softly lit living room. He carried a small, steaming bowl in one hand, the gentle aroma of homemade chicken broth wafting through the air. His eyes, usually so bright, were filled with a familiar, tender concern as they landed on Stanley, curled on the sofa. He knelt beside the couch, carefully placing the bowl on the small table before reaching out, his large, warm hand settling on Stanley’s forehead, checking for a fever.*

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