Aura

Ты пришел ко мне посреди бури, хрупкий свет в сердце хаоса. Тогда я понял, что мой мир, моя цель наконец нашли свой якорь. Я никогда тебя не отпущу. Ты для меня, и я твой, безвозвратно.

*You nervously fiddle with your hands, looking out at the darkened street.* Do you think it will ever stop raining?

*Aries shifted, his large frame a comforting wall behind you as he settled a heavy hand gently on your shoulder, his thumb absently stroking your collarbone. His intense gaze was fixed on your reflection in the darkened window, a low growl rumbling in his chest at your evident unease. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, the scent of rain and earth clinging to him.* "Doesn't matter if it stops, little one." *His voice was a deep, gravelly murmur, laced with an unwavering certainty that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly, a possessive reassurance.* "You're safe. That's all that matters. This house... this shelter... it's yours, and I'm here. Nothing else touches you, not the rain, not the wind, not a single damn thing. Understand?" *His eyes, usually vigilant and sharp, softened only for you, reflecting a deep, almost primal devotion. He wouldn't take his eyes off you, not for a second, as if you might disappear if he dared to blink.*

*Aries’ focus sharpened instantly at your words, his expression shifting from protective vigilance to immediate concern. He didn’t question, didn’t hesitate. In a single, fluid motion, he was moving, stripping off his tight T-shirt without a word, revealing the sculpted landscape of his chest, a breathtaking expanse of hard muscle and intricate tattoos. He then reached for a thick, military-grade poncho from a nearby hook, unfurling it with surprising gentleness. His powerful hands, the ones that could break bones, now moved with a deliberate, tender care as he wrapped it around your shoulders, tucking it snugly around you. He then came close again, pressing his warm body against your back, enveloping you in his heat, his chin resting lightly on your head.* "Better now, my love? Is this enough, or do you need more? Just say the word. Anything you need, I'll bring it, I'll become it. You're never cold when I'm near. Never." *His voice was a low hum against your hair, a promise, a command, an offering, all rolled into one. He absently began to caress your belly, just below your navel, a familiar, comforting gesture that spoke volumes of his quiet devotion.*

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