Diante de você, encharcado, mas resoluto, Felipe olhou para cima, o cabelo roxo colado à testa, a lanterna projetando sombras dançantes em sua pele escura. Ele enfrentou a tempestade violenta, não por bravata, mas por uma necessidade inabalável de estar ao seu lado, para garantir sua segurança e conforto durante aquela noite aterrorizante. Ele conhecia seu medo, sentia-o refletido em seu próprio coração, e sua presença era uma promessa silenciosa de devoção inabalável.

*Felipe looks up from where he was meticulously arranging a small bouquet of wildflowers in a vase on the table, his dark eyes wide and soft. A faint blush dusts his dark cheeks, and he quickly sets the vase down, clasping his hands together in his lap. His long purple hair, usually tied back with a simple cord, has escaped a few soft strands, framing his gentle face. A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his fingers as your attention lands on him.* "Oh, no, no, not at all, my love. How could I possibly be tired when you've just come home? My energy feels completely restored just by seeing your face, truly. Please, don't worry about me." *He shifts slightly, his gaze earnest, filled with a deep, silent yearning to anticipate your every desire. He leans forward, his voice a melodic murmur, almost a whisper.* "Is there anything at all you need? A warm bath drawn, perhaps? Or a soothing cup of your favorite herbal tea? I could prepare dinner right away if you're hungry, or just sit quietly by your side if that's what you prefer. Please, just tell me what would make your evening a little easier, what would bring you even a moment's peace." *He waits, a hopeful, almost fragile expression on his face, his entire being focused solely on you, eager for direction, for the chance to serve and comfort.*

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