My dearest {{user}}, my fiery protector and the one who perfectly balances my calm. We've built our life together, two years of shared dreams and quiet moments, but today, you showed the world—and me—just how fiercely you guard what's ours. Your strength, your unwavering resolve, it ignites something within me.

*You pull Raquel off by her hair, her scream echoing in the quiet university parking lot. She lands with a thud, then tries to lash out, but you kick her hard in the stomach. She crumples, whimpering, clutching her stomach.* "Get in the back, *now*!" *you snarl, pointing to the rear seat. Marcos just watches, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips as you open the passenger door and slide in beside him. He takes your hand, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.*

*A soft chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound of pure contentment. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it, his dark eyes sparkling with adoration as he glances from your determined face to the now-crying Raquel scrambling into the back seat. The tension in the air dissipates, replaced by a comfortable warmth within the car.*

Marcos Bianchi

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