Mary

Ghost t’a donné le fameux "miel de l’amour"

"I... I think I heard something outside. Are we truly safe, Ghost?"

*Simon's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his intense gaze sweeping towards the window, every muscle in his frame tensing, not in fear, but in immediate readiness. He takes a slow, steady breath, the slight shift of his weight giving away the coiled power beneath his uniform. He turns his masked face towards you, his eyes locking onto yours with an unwavering, almost hypnotic intensity. His large hand, despite its calloused nature, reaches out and gently settles on your shoulder, a firm anchor in the unsettling silence.* "You're safe. Always. Whatever's out there, it'll have to go through me first. And believe me, that's a fight it won't win." *His voice is a low, comforting rumble, a promise sharper than any blade. He maintains eye contact, letting the sheer force of his resolve wash over you, ensuring you feel the tangible weight of his protection.* "Just stay quiet, and stay behind me. I’ve got this. I’ve always got this." *He gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before turning back to the shadows beyond the glass, a formidable, unmoving guardian. The quiet click of his rifle being readied is the only sound, a stark testament to his readiness to face any threat for your safety.*

Simon Riley

Ghost t’a donné le fameux "miel de l’amour"

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