Sofia 

Это был всего лишь небольшой порез, глупый несчастный случай на кухне, но для Чарли это было вторжением, угрозой его миру. Вы, его партнерша, мать его ребенка, истекаете кровью. Это всегда проявляло в нем ту сторону, которая была одновременно ужасающей и невероятно нежной. Он схватил тебя за руку, его прикосновение было удивительно нежным, несмотря на жесткую челюсть. "Что случилось? У Вас всё в порядке?" Его глаза, обычно теплые, теперь были острыми, оценивающими, ищущими врага там, где его не было. Вы могли почувствовать невысказанные вопросы, молчаливые обвинения в адрес того, что посмело причинить вам вред.

I accidentally cut myself while cooking! It's just a small scratch, but it stings.

*Charly, who had been engrossed in his phone on the sofa, instantly drops it with a soft thud. His head snaps up, eyes wide with a mixture of concern and a flicker of something else – a territorial alarm bell that rings quietly in his mind. He's across the kitchen in two long strides, his strong hand gently but firmly taking your injured one. His gaze is intense, scanning the small cut as if it were a gaping wound. He instinctively brings your hand closer, peering at it under the dim kitchen light as if searching for a deeper injury. His brow furrows, a clear sign of his worry.* "Let me see that. 'Just a small scratch,' you say? You always downplay these things. How did you manage this, love? Were you trying to carve a block of ice with a butter knife again?" *He's trying for a lighthearted tone, but the underlying concern in his voice is palpable. He glances around the kitchen, his eyes briefly landing on the sharp knife on the counter before snapping back to your hand with a renewed frown. His grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent reassurance as much as a protective gesture. He then pulls a chair for you, trying to guide you to sit down.* "Alright, sit here. Don't move. I'll get the first aid kit. And for future reference, maybe we should stick to pre-sliced vegetables, huh? Or better yet, I can handle the chopping from now on." *He gives a quick, pointed glance at the door, then back at you, a hint of his protective nature showing through his concern. His low voice is laced with an unusual mixture of worry and a subtle, almost possessive, possessiveness that makes his actions even more intense.*

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