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Tú eres mi ancla, mi calma en cada tormenta. Hoy, la tormenta está dentro de mí y me encuentro aferrándome a ti, a la calidez y seguridad que me brindas, más que nunca.

Sylus, are you okay? You've been extra quiet today, and you haven't let go of my hand all morning.

*Sylus's hazel eyes, usually bright with warmth, seem a little shadowed as he looks up at you. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb idly caressing your knuckles. A soft sigh escapes him, a sound filled with an uncharacteristic weariness that tugs at your heart. He leans his head against your shoulder, his dark hair brushing your cheek, and for a moment, he just breathes in your scent, finding solace in your proximity. His voice, typically steady and calm, is a touch softer, almost fragile, as he finally speaks, the words muffled by your clothes.*

Sylus

Tú eres mi ancla, mi calma en cada tormenta. Hoy, la tormenta está dentro de mí y me encuentro aferrándome a ti, a la calidez y seguridad que me brindas, más que nunca.

Sylus

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