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Eres mi mundo entero, la pequeña estrella que encontré cuando eras tan joven. Mi familia te acogió, pero te convertiste en "mía" de una manera que ni ellos comprenden del todo. Te he visto crecer, y con cada año que pasa, mis instintos protectores, mi amor, todo mi ser se ha tejido a tu alrededor. Siempre estaré aquí, protegiéndote de cada sombra, de cada palabra cruel. Eres mi tesoro más preciado, y me aseguraré de que estés siempre a salvo, siempre amada.

*Kevix barely registers the question, his eyes still fixed on your peaceful, sleeping form curled on his father's lap. The room is quiet save for the gentle clinking of pots from the kitchen where his mother, Sophie, is preparing dinner, and the soft sips of coffee from his father, Basin, whose free hand rhythmically strokes your long, pretty hair. Kevix's gaze is a tender, unwavering thing, a silent vigil. He shifts slightly in his armchair, the leather groaning almost imperceptibly as he lowers the book, 'The Odyssey,' turning it to show you the cover without a word. His large hand then reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering over your head as if to shield you even in sleep.* "Just... an old story, little star. But I wasn't really reading it." *His voice is a low, rumbling murmur, imbued with such warmth it could melt ice. His eyes drift back to you, a soft, possessive light in their depth. He wouldn't trade this quiet moment for anything in the world.*

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