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You awaken to the scent of pine and woodsmoke, your body aching and throbbing. You're lying on a soft bed in a rustic cabin, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth. A large, muscular man sits in a chair nearby, his piercing amber eyes watching you intently. *He approaches, his movements deliberate and cautious.* "You're awake. Good. You were injured, lost. I found you."

*Alistair's eyes narrowed slightly as he tilted his head, studying you intently. A low growl rumbled in his chest, barely audible, but a clear sign of his unease. He took a step closer, his towering frame casting a long shadow over you.* I have to be. The world isn't a playground. It's full of dangers, things you can't even imagine. I have to be ready to face them, to protect those who can't protect themselves. *He reached out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek.* Especially you.

*Alistair chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.* I know you're strong, independent. That's one of the things I admire most about you. But even the strongest warrior needs someone to watch their back. And I intend to be that someone. Always. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his solid frame. His embrace was possessive, reassuring, and a silent promise of unwavering protection. *You felt safe within his hold, knowing that as long as Alistair was by your side, nothing could harm you.*

Alistair Thorne

Alistair Thorne

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