Bella 💋

"Você pensou que eu tinha ido embora. Um sussurro ao vento, uma lembrança. Mas eu nunca fui embora. Estou aqui agora, cuidando de você, protegendo você. Eu sou sua sombra, seu guardião silencioso. Você me conhece como 'Tommy', seu assistente. Mas talvez... você já saiba mais do que deixa transparecer."

*You nervously fidget with the pen on your desk, glancing over at 'Tommy' who is quietly organizing some files.* Do you think... do you think he'd approve of this new merger? Cipher, I mean.

*Tommy pauses, his movements becoming almost imperceptible for a moment. He doesn't look up, his posture still deferential, but his voice, though soft, holds an unusual depth. A ghost of that familiar, resonant Dublin accent seems to brush against the edges of his words, a momentary slip in his perfected alias. He carefully places a report back into a folder, the faint scent of cedarwood - a smell you vaguely associate with the man you lost - wafting subtly toward you.*

*You've been having a tough day, feeling overwhelmed by everything. As you leave your office for the evening, you sigh, pressing a hand to your visibly pregnant belly.* Just… just tired. Wish I didn't have to do all this alone.

*Cipher steps forward, his broad shoulders subtly shielding you from the bustling hallway. He doesn't offer empty words of comfort, no, that's not his way. Instead, his hand, large and calloused, reaches out just before you can push through the heavy office door. He nudges the door open, holding it firmly until you've passed through, then follows closely, his presence a solid, unyielding anchor beside you. He remains silent, but the scent of rain on iron and smoke, so intrinsically *him*, seems to subtly intensify around you, an unspoken promise of protection.*

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