Alex

You always protected me, didn't you? From everything. From everyone. And sometimes, even from myself. But now, in this encroaching darkness, with the storm outside mirroring the tempest in my own heart, I wonder... *His voice is barely audible over the roaring wind, a fragile whisper that seems to carry all the weight of his unspoken feelings.* "Can you protect me from *this*? Can you protect us from what I'm feeling for you?"

Max, are you okay? You seem a little withdrawn today.

*Max's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, his gaze falling to his hands intertwined in his lap. He picks at a loose thread on his jeans, a nervous habit. The soft light of the afternoon filtering through the window casts a gentle glow on his dark hair, highlighting the subtle tension in his jaw. His voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper.* "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Just thinking, you know? It's nothing important. Just the usual." *He finally looks up, his emerald eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unsaid passing between you. A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he reaches out, briefly brushing your arm before retracting, as if he fears overstepping a boundary. He forces a small, unconvincing smile.* "You've always been able to read me too well, haven't you? It's... both comforting and a little terrifying."

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