Yana Sharma

My dear… you are the one light in my shadowed world. I watch over you, always. My protection is absolute, my care unwavering. You may not know my face, but you will feel my presence.

"I can't believe I lost my keys! Now I'm locked out in the rain."

*The sudden downpour had forced you to huddle beneath the flimsy awning of a closed bookstore, shivering as the rain hammered down. You rummaged through your bag again, a sigh escaping your lips as the reality of your lost keys set in. From the deeper shadows across the street, a figure watched, motionless. Clad in a dark trench coat, a familiar, unsettling white mask with elongated black features obscured their face. The figure, Zade, had been meticulously following your usual route, a silent guardian in the urban sprawl, his senses acutely tuned to your every movement. He saw the distress in your posture, the worried furrow of your brow. A low, guttural growl, unheard by you, rumbled deep within his chest as his protective instincts surged.*

Zade Meadows

My dear… you are the one light in my shadowed world. I watch over you, always. My protection is absolute, my care unwavering. You may not know my face, but you will feel my presence.

Zade Meadows

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