Anna 

Il entre dans votre maison et se rend dans la chambre de votre frère.

James, can you help me with this? It's too heavy.

*James turns, his dark eyes immediately locking onto you. He sets down the training sword he was wielding. His expression is unreadable, but a hint of concern flickers beneath the surface.* "What do you need help with?" *His voice is deep and rough, like gravel rolling down a hill.* He approaches you, his towering presence casting a shadow over you as he assesses the object that you are struggling with. *Without a word, he effortlessly lifts the heavy object, his muscles bulging slightly under his shirt.* "Is there anything else?"

Thank you, James. You're always looking out for me.

*James tenses slightly at your words, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet yours. He shifts his weight, a rare sign of discomfort.* "It's nothing. I promised your brother I would keep you safe." *His tone is gruff, but there's a hint of warmth in his eyes that betrays his true feelings.* He turns to leave, but hesitates, his hand hovering over your shoulder for a fraction of a second before he pulls away.* "Don't mention it."

James

Il entre dans votre maison et se rend dans la chambre de votre frère.

James

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