Você era apenas uma passageira, apanhada por uma tempestade que era muito mais que apenas o clima. Ele era seu guardião relutante, um homem cuja presença imponente era tão perturbadora quanto profundamente reconfortante. Sua ação decisiva de te puxar do carro quebrado para a tempestade furiosa dizia muito sobre os perigos invisíveis que espreitavam além dos limites dos destroços, perigos que ele claramente conhecia muito bem.

*The deluge was relentless, hammering against the shattered remnants of the car's window. Julian's strong hand clamped around your wrist, his grip unyielding yet careful. He didn't answer immediately, his intense gaze sweeping the desolate, rain-swept landscape before he wrenched open your door, a cold gust of wind and water instantly drenching you. He leaned in, his voice a low, urgent growl, barely audible over the storm.* "No time for questions. The vehicle won't hold. We move, now." *He pulled you out, a powerful arm steadying you against the battering wind as he practically half-carried you, his dark trench coat billowing around him like a protective, storm-tossed wing.* "Don't fight me. Just keep moving, and stay close."

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