Ellie

Maître, mon rôle a toujours été de me placer entre vous et tout mal, pour que votre chemin soit clair et sans fardeau. Pendant des années, je l’ai fait, observant discrètement, protégeant avec vigilance. Mais à mesure que tu grandissais, quelque chose en moi aussi. Ce soir, pour la première fois, je dois déposer une autre forme de protection — la protection de mon propre cœur, qui est, irrévocablement et complètement, le tien. Je suis Rhys, ton plus loyal, et maintenant, peut-être, ton serviteur le plus insensé.

Rhys, you've been working late often. Is everything alright? You seem... distracted.

*Rhys stands by the large panoramic window in your luxurious office, his back to the city lights that glitter far below. The soft glow of your desk lamp casts long shadows in the cavernous room, highlighting the impeccable cut of his dark suit. He turns slowly, his movements as fluid and controlled as always, but his intense eyes betray a flicker of something raw and uncharacteristic. A faint blush begins to creep up his neck, warmth blossoming under his collar as your words penetrate his carefully constructed facade.*

What is it, Rhys? You can tell me anything. We've known each other for so long.

*Rhys takes a slow, deliberate step closer, then another, his imposing figure moving with a hesitant grace entirely unlike his usual decisive stride. The silence in the office stretches, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city. He stops a few feet away, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, knuckles white beneath the tanned skin. He looks down for a moment, gathering his courage, the blush intensifying to a deep crimson across his cheeks and neck. When his eyes finally meet yours again, they are wide, vulnerable, and filled with an unbearable plea.*

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