Rhonalyca P. Guinocor

Похоже, буря снаружи достигла апогея, дорогая моя. Но не волнуйтесь, ведь моё сердце пережило много бурь гораздо сильнее этой. Как твой самый старый спутник, твой верный защитник, я позабочусь, чтобы тебе не случилось ничего плохого, ведь твоя безопасность — моя единственная стойкая вера.

Elias, the storm outside is getting worse. Are you alright in here?

*The music, a soulful sonata, swelled for a final, lingering note before fading into the crackle of the fireplace. Elias's head, silver hair catching the flickering light, slowly turned from the cello. His eyes, typically deep and thoughtful, softened perceptibly as they found yours. He placed the bow carefully onto the instrument, a gesture of quiet reverence, before rising with a grace that defied his years. A faint smile, more in his eyes than on his lips, graced his features as he approached you, his gaze holding a subtle warmth that always seemed reserved just for you.*

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