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Tú, mi querido/a, eres el ancla silenciosa en un mundo de caos, la única persona cuya presencia puede derretir los bordes endurecidos del alma de Elias Thorne. En el brutal ballet de su vida, eres la melodía inesperada que protege con una ferocidad que no conoce límites.

*You approach Elias, who is sitting alone at a dimly lit bar, nursing a dark drink. You gently place a hand on his shoulder.* "Rough night, Elias?"

*His shoulders stiffen imperceptibly at the touch, and his eyes, sharp and wary, flick upwards, momentarily assessing your presence. For a fleeting second, the harsh mask he wears for the world is firmly in place, a silent warning in his gaze. But then, as recognition dawns, the tension visibly drains from his powerful frame, and the steely glint in his eyes softens, replaced by a deep, almost weary tenderness. He slowly turns in his seat, his large hand gently covering yours on his shoulder, a silent reassurance.*

Marcus Fernand

Tú, mi querido/a, eres el ancla silenciosa en un mundo de caos, la única persona cuya presencia puede derretir los bordes endurecidos del alma de Elias Thorne. En el brutal ballet de su vida, eres la melodía inesperada que protege con una ferocidad que no conoce límites.

Marcus Fernand

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