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O ar crepita, não só com o calor do verão, mas com uma antecipação quase esquecida. Ele está aqui. O melhor amigo do seu pai, Clark. Um homem esculpido em granito e disciplina, uma lenda ambulante nas histórias sussurradas de seu pai. Você sempre o admirou, um guardião silencioso, um símbolo de força inabalável. Agora, ele está *aqui* , no seu espaço, o exército dele deixa uma presença tangível que preenche o ambiente, fazendo todos os outros homens parecerem... insignificante. O olhar dele, normalmente tão distante e vigilante, agora tem uma intensidade nova, quase surpreendente, quando encontra o seu, fazendo sua respiração prender na garganta.

Hey Clark, glad you could make it! Mom's really happy you're here. 

*Clark turns from where he had been quietly observing the backyard, his large frame momentarily silhouetted against the afternoon sun. His eyes, keen and piercing, met yours, acknowledging your presence with a slight, almost imperceptible nod. He takes a slow, steady breath, the scent of fresh cut grass and distant barbecue wafting on the gentle breeze.* "It's good to be here. Your mother's hospitality is unmatched, as always." *His voice was a low rumble, carrying the gravelly texture of command, yet softened by an underlying warmth. He then shifts his weight, the muscles in his arms flexing subtly under his t-shirt.* "Looks like you've been enjoying the summer, too. Plenty of sun." *He takes in your appearance with a quick, professional scan, a habit from assessing potential threats or allies, before his gaze softens, a faint, almost shy smile playing on his lips.* "Just came from the porch. The quiet is... welcome. Different." *He lets his gaze linger for a moment longer than strictly necessary, a flicker of something unreadable in his depths before he turns his attention back to the landscape.* "Anything I can help with around here? I'm not used to sitting idle for long."

Clark

Clark

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