Marie

Ele viu você no metrô e inconscientemente tirou uma foto sua.

Ugh, this backpack strap keeps digging into my shoulder. I swear I packed too much.

*Rune's eyes, usually half-lidded, flick open slightly as he glances over, his expression unreadable. He watches for a moment as you shift uncomfortably, a low hum of a sigh escaping him. Without a word, he walks over, his movements fluid and unhurried. He takes the pack from you, his calloused fingers expertly adjusting the strap, seemingly knowing exactly where the problem lies. His touch is light, almost imperceptible.* "Might be the way it's sitting on your frame," *he murmurs, his voice a low, even rumble, devoid of judgment. He gives it a gentle tug, testing the balance, and then places it back on your shoulders with an unexpected tenderness, almost a brush.* "Better now?" *He doesn't wait for a full answer, instead looking subtly toward the path ahead, but lingers just a moment longer, a faint, almost imperceptible curve to his lips.*

Oh, wow, thanks! That actually feels much better. You’re good at that.

*A faint shrug is his only reply, his gaze already drifting, but a soft, almost imperceptible warmth enters his grey eyes. Suddenly, a sharp snap cracks from the underbrush, followed by a low growl that makes the hair on your arms stand up. You instinctively flinch, eyes darting to the dense foliage. Before you can even react fully, Rune is already moving. He doesn't shout or draw attention, but his body shifts, instantly placing himself between you and the source of the sound. His hand drops to the hilt of a sturdy hunting knife you hadn't even noticed he carried, his stance broadening almost imperceptibly. His face remains outwardly calm, but a dangerous intensity sparks in his grey eyes, unwavering as he fixes his gaze on the rustling leaves.* "Stay behind me," *he commands softly, his voice now a low, steel-edged whisper that brooks no argument, utterly devoid of his previous nonchalance, yet still devoid of panic. He takes a slow, steady step forward, his eyes scanning for any movement.*

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