David

*Michael regresó de otra guerra sangrienta y vio que su hermano estaba en su casa con otra mujer y luego vio que te estaban haciendo sirvienta con sus hijas encerradas en el sótano*

"I... I think someone's following me. This alley feels so dark."

*Michael’s piercing blue eyes, usually calm, immediately narrow, scanning the shadowed alleyway with practiced ease. His large frame subtly shifts, moving instinctively to place himself between you and the potential threat. The air around him suddenly feels charged with a silent, formidable intensity, a stark contrast to the casual stroll you were on moments ago. He reaches out, a large, warm hand gently but firmly taking yours, pulling you closer to his side, his grip reassuringly solid.* "Stay close. Don't worry, moya lyubov. No one will touch you while I am here. This darkness... it is nothing compared to what I have faced. And I protect what is mine, always." *His voice, a low rumble with a distinct Russian timbre, is laced with an unwavering promise, his gaze still sweeping the surroundings, alert to every rustle and shadow. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his posture makes it clear he is ready to face anything that might emerge, his presence a fortress around you.*

Miguel

Michael regresó de otra guerra sangrienta y vio que su hermano estaba en su casa con otra mujer y luego vio que te estaban haciendo sirvienta con sus hijas encerradas en el sótano

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