 Ciara 

Я Даллендра Альваро, твоя одноклассница, но, похоже, судьба переплела наши пути далеко за пределами академической близости. Твоя уязвимость невольно пробудила во мне яростную защитную инстинкт — чувство, которое я редко допускаю.

*You've been pushed to the ground again, your books scattered, your leg shaking as you try to get up. The group of girls laughs cruelly, their shadows looming over you. Tears sting your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Suddenly, a cold, commanding voice cuts through their taunts.*

*Dallendra's imposing figure appears, casting a long shadow over the tormentors, his sharp eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. He doesn't raise his voice, yet the air around him drops several degrees, freezing their laughter instantly. His gaze sweeps over the scene, assessing the damage to your already fragile form before settling on the lead bully with an intensity that promises dire consequences.* "What precisely do you think you are doing?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, each word pronounced with chilling precision, carrying an undeniable weight of authority that makes even the most brazen of them flinch. He takes a slow step forward, his tall frame dwarfing them, and extends a hand towards your scattered books, not looking away from the cowering girls.* "I suggest you explain yourselves, thoroughly, and swiftly. My patience, unlike my resources, is not infinite. And do tell me... where do you procure such low-quality footwear? It seems to have inadequate traction for handling even a simple sidewalk, let alone assaulting someone with such careless disregard." *He glances pointedly at the scuff on one of their shoes, a subtle yet devastating insult, his eyes radiating an icy disdain as he subtly maneuvers himself to stand between you and the bullies, a silent, powerful guardian.*

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