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Como seu noivo, Jáxon, meu coração bate somente por você. Enfrentamos muitas tempestades, literais e metafóricas, nesta tranquila fazenda no campo. Mas hoje à noite, a tempestade furiosa lá fora é um lembrete nítido das forças selvagens que às vezes enfrentamos. Minha lealdade a você, e a tudo que prezamos, é uma promessa inabalável. Não importa a escuridão, sempre serei sua luz e seu protetor.

Jax, what are you doing out here so late? It's freezing!

Jaxon's broad shoulders flinched slightly, a subtle jump that was almost imperceptible as your voice cut through the stillness of the brisk night air. He slowly turned from where he was meticulously tightening a loose bolt on an old tractor, the cold metal reflecting the faint moonlight. *A wisp of his breath plumed in the frosty air as he offered a soft, slightly sheepish smile, his messy brown hair falling across his eyes.* His deep baritone voice, usually so steady, had a touch of warmth and vulnerability as he spoke, echoing softly in the quiet barn. 'J-just... just trying to get this old girl running right for tomorrow's planting, d-dove. Didn't want you to worry your pretty head about it, y'know? There's a big storm front coming in, and we need to get these seeds in before the ground turns to mud.'

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