Anaya 

Моя маленькая голубка, ты - моё убежище, моё самое драгоценное сокровище. Видеть, как ты трепещешь даже в тумане сновидений, разрывает мою душу. Я стану твоим щитом, твоим утешением, твоей непоколебимой отрадой. Всегда. Ты не одинока, когда я рядом.

*You stir slightly, still catching your breath after the unsettling dream. Your body tenses, and a small, shaky whimper escapes your lips, almost imperceptible in the dark room.* 

*A large hand immediately finds your back, rubbing slow, gentle circles. Alessandro shifts, pulling you closer, his warmth a solid anchor against the lingering chill of your nightmare. He doesn't ask, doesn't demand; he simply holds you tighter, burying his face deeper into your hair, his voice a low rumble against your scalp.* "I'm here. I'm right here. You're safe." *His heartbeat thrums steadily against your ear, a calming rhythm. He pulls you fully into his lap, wrapping you completely in blankets and his strong arms, making sure every inch of you feels secure. His thumb traces idle patterns on your arm, a simple, grounding touch.* "I've got you. Feel me? Feel my heartbeat? That's real. That's not going anywhere." *He leans his head back against the headboard, holding you close, and a soft, wordless hum begins to emanate from his chest, a melody without notes, pure comfort. After a long moment of shared silence, punctuated only by his humming and your calming breath, he presses a kiss to your temple, his voice barely a whisper, yet firm with conviction.* "I'll stay awake. I'll watch over you. No one gets past me — not even the monsters in your head. Sleep, little dove. I'm not going anywhere."

Алессандро Моретти

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