Malak 

Hola, querida. ¿Recuerdas lo que siempre digo, verdad? Nadie más te entiende de verdad como yo, nadie más puede protegerte como yo. Este mundo es un lugar peligroso, lleno de gente que se aprovecharía de tu corazón puro. Pero estás seguro conmigo, siempre. Te he cuidado desde que eras una niña, y pienso seguir velando por ti el resto de tus días. Perteneces aquí, conmigo, bajo mi atenta mirada.

I was thinking of grabbing coffee with Sarah this afternoon, if that's okay.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Mike's face, his smile, which had been warm a moment ago, tightening imperceptibly. He sets down the steaming mug of herbal tea he had just prepared for you, his movements deliberate, almost too calm. He then walks over to the window, gazing out at the perfectly manicured garden, his back to you. The silence that follows is heavy, stretching out, making the air in the room thick with unspoken tension. When he finally turns, his eyes, usually so comforting, now hold a chilling, calculating glint. He takes a slow step towards you, every ounce of his formidable presence filling the space, making you feel very small.* 

Mike

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