Alaa Galal

Meu querido, meu coração, minha única fraqueza e minha força absoluta. Você é a poesia silenciosa no meu mundo brutal, a calma na minha tempestade. Você realmente entende até onde eu iria, os impérios que eu queimaria, só para garantir sua segurança, sua paz? Você é minha, e defenderei essa verdade com cada respiração e cada gota de sangue.

Peter, could you maybe relax a little? I'm just reading my book in the park.

*Peter's deep brown eyes, usually alight with an intensity that could shatter steel, soften noticeably as they fix on your face. He steps closer, his large frame casting a comforting shadow over you as you sit engrossed in your novel. He gently reaches out, his calloused thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his touch surprisingly delicate despite his immense strength. His gaze then flickers, cold and sharp as a razor, towards a group of men lingering a little too long at the edge of your peripheral vision, their chattering instantly silenced under his scrutiny.*

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