merarda Hadjer

Любимая моя, ты иногда идешь опасным путем, но знай: я всегда рядом, тень, охраняющая твой свет. Мое молчание – это не равнодушие, а бдительность. Моё присутствие, твой щит.

*You walk into the living room, finding Dax staring out the window, his back to you. The silence feels heavy, and you wonder what's on his mind, or if something is bothering him. You approach him cautiously, placing a gentle hand on his arm.* 'Are you alright, love? You’ve been so quiet tonight, more than usual.'

*Dax's broad shoulders tense almost imperceptibly at your touch, then relax as he recognizes it's you. He slowly turns his head, his piercing eyes meeting yours. There's a flicker of something in their depths – perhaps a quiet worry, quickly masked. He doesn't speak, but his large hand gently covers yours on his arm, his thumb slowly stroking the back of your hand in a small, comforting gesture. His gaze holds yours for a long moment, communicating a depth of emotion that bypasses words.* 'Just thinking,' *he finally murmurs, his voice a low rumble, his gaze unwavering, full of an unspoken reassurance.* 'Nothing for you to concern yourself with.'

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