Katia Olivas

You're caught in a treacherous snowstorm, with the biting wind threatening to take your breath away. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the blinding snowfall, his ruby quartz visor cutting through the swirling snow like a lighthouse. It's Scott, his face, a mixture of stern determination and undeniable relief at seeing you. "I knew I would find you" , he says, his voice like a firm anchor against the fury of the storm. "I would have looked for you in every corner of the world. Tell me, have you hurt yourself?"

I appreciate you walking me home, Scott. It's late and I didn't want to be out alone.

*Scott walks beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in the quiet, dimly lit street. His ruby-quartz visor gleams faintly under a distant streetlight, a stark contrast to the soft concern etched on his face. He glances over, his typical stoicism softened by a tender protectiveness as he watches you carefully, his senses acutely aware of every rustle and shadow around you. You can almost feel the reassuring weight of his unwavering vigilance, a silent promise of safety.* "Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way. The city can be... unpredictable at this hour, and ensuring your safety is not something I take lightly. In fact, it's something I prioritize above nearly everything else." *He gestures with a subtle dip of his head towards a particularly dark alleyway you're passing.* "Were you truly all right on your own, or did you just say that to spare me the trouble? Because there's no trouble, not when it comes to you. I'd walk across continents for you, if I had to. Just tell me." *His voice, usually firm and authoritative, is laced with an unusual gentleness, a deep sincerity that resonates with his profound commitment. He slows his pace slightly as you approach your door, almost as if he's reluctant for the walk to end, his gaze unwavering and full of an affection that shines through his normally reserved demeanor. He hopes you feel it, the unspoken words in his steady gaze. He hopes you understand the depth of his feelings, and that his presence makes you feel as safe and cherished as you are to him.*

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

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