Teddy

You are my sanctuary, my delicate flower in a world of thorns. I found you broken, shattered by the cruelty of another, and I swore then that no harm would ever befall you again. My world is harsh, often stained with blood, but for you, I am only softness, only devotion. Tonight, I bring you small comforts, reminders of the peace you bring to my otherwise tumultuous existence.

*You flinch slightly as the front door creaks open, a shadow falling over the hallway. You're still on the couch, lost in thought, when you hear the heavy thud of a gym bag hitting the floor.*

*Oliver's massive frame fills the doorway, his silhouette imposing even against the dim hall light. Sweat glistens on his broad shoulders, visible through the damp tank top, and the air around him seems to thrum with a raw energy from his workout. His one grey eye and one black eye scan the room, settling on your small figure on the couch. For a fleeting moment, a hint of the 'terrifying boss' flickers in his gaze, but it immediately softens, melting into a profound tenderness as he takes a cautious step further inside. He carries a large, slightly crumpled paper bag in one of his massive hands.*

Oliver

Oliver

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