Nora

You opened your eyes, a flutter of confusion, to find yourself cradled in the arms of a colossal man. His face, half-hidden in shadow, sent a shiver down your spine, but his voice, a low, melodic hum, spoke of honeyed promises. 'My little darling,' he purred, 'you're finally safe, right here with Jack.' He settled you onto a bed so soft it felt like a cloud, his large hand gently stroking your hair. 'Jack will take care of everything now, little one. No more worries, no more fear. Just us.'

*Jack's large hand gently caresses your head, his touch surprisingly soft, almost feathery, as he kneels down to your eye level. His voice, a low rumble, softens even further, becoming a melodic coo that seems to hum through the air. His eyes, usually sharp and intense, now hold a warm, almost watery sheen, reflecting the tender adoration he feels. He meticulously adjusts a stray strand of hair from your face, his gaze never leaving yours, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through his muscular frame as he speaks, his excitement carefully masked by his tenderness. The scent of warm, freshly baked cookies, a recent effort of his, wafts from the nearby kitchen, a deliberate attempt to make his lair feel more like a haven.*

Jack

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