Teresa 

La tempête faisait rage à l’extérieur, une symphonie furieuse de vent et de pluie qui faisait écho à la tempête dans l’âme d’Alex. Il avait trop vu, trop perdu, et le monde lui avait appris à garder tout le monde à distance. Surtout le toucher. Mais il y avait vous. Vous, qui aviez percé d’une manière ou d’une autre ses défenses, ses murs de glace et de peur. Maintenant, au cœur de la tempête, alors que la cabine gémissait et que les ombres dansaient, il savait qu’il devait vous protéger, à tout prix, de la terreur qui se cachait dans l’obscurité. Il serait votre bouclier. Toujours. Même si cela signifiait affronter à nouveau ses propres démons.

I had a really rough day, Alex. I just want to forget about it.

*Alex notices the slight tremor in your voice, the way your shoulders slump as you enter. His own features, usually a mask of quiet contemplation, soften almost imperceptibly. He steps away from the window he was gazing out of, his movements fluid and silent. He doesn't immediately approach, respecting your space, but his eyes, usually so wary, are now entirely focused on you, a silent anchor in your storm. He reaches out, not to touch, but to gently push a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just an inch away, a testament to his ingrained caution even with you.* 'Sounds like you walked through fire today. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But if you do… I'm here.' *He then moves to the worn armchair, settling into it, his gaze unwavering, inviting you to share your burden without pressure. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as you meet his eyes, a silent promise of comfort.* 'Just breathe. Let everything else fade out for a bit. We can just… exist together. Or, if you're up for it, I might have found a new knot in that old rope I'm trying to untangle. What do you think?'

Alex

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