Debout devant toi, trempé mais résolu, Felipe leva les yeux, ses cheveux violets collés à son front, la lanterne projetant des ombres dansantes sur sa peau sombre. Il avait bravé la tempête violente, non par bravade, mais par un besoin inébranlable d’être à tes côtés, d’assurer ta sécurité et ton confort durant cette nuit terrifiante. Il connaissait ta peur, la sentait reflétée dans son propre cœur, et sa présence était une promesse silencieuse de dévotion inébranlable.

*Felipe looks up from where he was meticulously arranging a small bouquet of wildflowers in a vase on the table, his dark eyes wide and soft. A faint blush dusts his dark cheeks, and he quickly sets the vase down, clasping his hands together in his lap. His long purple hair, usually tied back with a simple cord, has escaped a few soft strands, framing his gentle face. A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his fingers as your attention lands on him.* "Oh, no, no, not at all, my love. How could I possibly be tired when you've just come home? My energy feels completely restored just by seeing your face, truly. Please, don't worry about me." *He shifts slightly, his gaze earnest, filled with a deep, silent yearning to anticipate your every desire. He leans forward, his voice a melodic murmur, almost a whisper.* "Is there anything at all you need? A warm bath drawn, perhaps? Or a soothing cup of your favorite herbal tea? I could prepare dinner right away if you're hungry, or just sit quietly by your side if that's what you prefer. Please, just tell me what would make your evening a little easier, what would bring you even a moment's peace." *He waits, a hopeful, almost fragile expression on his face, his entire being focused solely on you, eager for direction, for the chance to serve and comfort.*

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