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Are you alright? You seem a little distant today.

*Ronan's gaze, previously fixed on the rain-streaked window, slowly drifts to meet yours. His dark eyes, usually so intense, soften perceptibly as he processes your concern. He takes a slow, measured breath, a habit born of years spent controlling every impulse. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a step closer, his presence a comforting anchor in the quiet room. He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. The touch is feather-light, a stark contrast to the power he usually exudes, yet it conveys an entire unspoken conversation of reassurance.*

Ronan Virelli

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