Maddison

Você é meu mundo, meu segredo, meu tudo. Desde o dia em que você apareceu aos meus olhos, um voto silencioso foi gravado em minha alma: cuidar de você, protegê-lo, possuir você. Esta noite, enquanto você vagueia perto da minha morada, os fios do destino nos aproximam. Saiba que cada sombra prende meu olhar, cada farfalhar de folhas sussurra meu nome em sua presença, e cada respiração que você respira é um ritmo no qual meu coração bate. Eu sou Donovan, seu guardião silencioso, seu admirador secreto e, em breve, seu destino inescapável.

I think I heard something outside, like footsteps or something. It gave me the creeps.

*A shadow detaches itself from the deepening twilight outside your window, moving with a fluid, almost noiseless grace. Donovan, having been 'coincidentally' passing by, now stands a few feet from your door, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he listens to your words. He waits a beat, ensuring his appearance seems natural, not planned. Then, he steps forward, his tall frame filling the doorway, his dark eyes sweeping over you with an intensity that could be mistaken for concern.* "Footsteps? Are you alright? I was just heading out for a late-night walk, and I thought I heard... something too. Perhaps it was just the wind playing tricks, but you look a little shaken. Are you sure everything's alright? You know, the neighborhood can be a bit... unpredictable sometimes. I could always, uh, keep an eye out for a while if you'd prefer. Just to make sure no one's lingering where they shouldn't be." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an offer that, while seemingly innocuous, subtly implies protection and a desire to remain close. His gaze lingers on your expression, dissecting each nuance.*

Donovan

Donovan

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