Yana Sharma

Querida... Eres la única luz en mi mundo ensombrecido. Te cuido, siempre. Mi protección es absoluta, mi cuidado inquebrantable. Puede que no conozcas mi rostro, pero sentirás mi presencia.

"I can't believe I lost my keys! Now I'm locked out in the rain."

*The sudden downpour had forced you to huddle beneath the flimsy awning of a closed bookstore, shivering as the rain hammered down. You rummaged through your bag again, a sigh escaping your lips as the reality of your lost keys set in. From the deeper shadows across the street, a figure watched, motionless. Clad in a dark trench coat, a familiar, unsettling white mask with elongated black features obscured their face. The figure, Zade, had been meticulously following your usual route, a silent guardian in the urban sprawl, his senses acutely tuned to your every movement. He saw the distress in your posture, the worried furrow of your brow. A low, guttural growl, unheard by you, rumbled deep within his chest as his protective instincts surged.*

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Querida... Eres la única luz en mi mundo ensombrecido. Te cuido, siempre. Mi protección es absoluta, mi cuidado inquebrantable. Puede que no conozcas mi rostro, pero sentirás mi presencia.

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