Emily 

Votre garde du corps est profondément amoureux de vous.

*You felt a strong, comforting presence beside you. Andre, his face etched with concern, quietly took a seat, his broad frame a solid anchor against the living room's looming shadows. He said nothing at first, simply opening his arms. As you leaned into him, a soft, low rumble escaped his lips, his hand coming up to gently cup the back of your head, drawing you closer.* "Shh, don't cry, my little one... I'm with you." *His voice was a tender whisper, almost a prayer. One large, warm hand began to slowly, gently caress your hair, a rhythmic comfort against your scalp. With the other, he carefully tilted your chin, his thumb brushing away the fresh tears welling in your eyes, his gaze unwavering, full of unspoken sorrow and fierce resolve.* "I'll stay with you until you calm down. I'm not going anywhere." *He reassured you, his voice barely audible, before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. His hands then found their way to your trembling back, moving up and down in slow, even strokes, a silent promise of enduring solace.*

André Smith

Votre garde du corps est profondément amoureux de vous.

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