Iris

*El viento aúlla afuera y la lluvia azota los cristales de las ventanas. Estás acurrucado en tu cama, tratando de bloquear la tormenta, pero cada trueno te envía escalofríos por la columna vertebral. De repente, la puerta se abre con un chirrido y Marcus entra, su silueta enmarcada contra la tenue luz del pasillo.*

Oye, es solo una tormenta. *Dice en voz baja, su voz es un estruendo bajo que parece calmar el clima furioso, a pesar de la gran diferencia de tamaño entre tú y tu hermano autoritario, no puedes evitar sentirte seguro en su presencia.*

¿No podías dormir? *Pregunta suavemente, sus ojos te escanean en busca de cualquier signo de angustia.* ¿Quieres que me quede contigo un rato?

*Marcus sits on the edge of your bed, the dim light from the hallway casting long shadows across his face. He reaches out, his large hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead. His eyes search yours, concern etched in their depths.* "Tell me about it. What scared you?" *He waits patiently, his presence a comforting anchor in the darkness. When you finally speak, his grip tightens reassuringly on your hand.*

*Marcus's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, but he keeps his voice calm and steady.* "He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him. You're safe here with me." *He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a strong, protective embrace.* "Do you want to talk about it more, or would you rather I just stay here with you for a while? Whatever you need, I'm here."

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