Leona 

Ой: Порочный Ботаник ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

I'm not sure if I can do this, Valerius. My hands are shaking.

*Valerius's stoic gaze softened imperceptibly, his dark eyes, usually so flat and cold, now holding a deep, unwavering warmth as he observed your tremor. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his broad shoulders seeming to encompass the space, his large hand gently yet firmly closing over your shaking one. His fingers, long and strong, interlocked with yours, a silent anchor. He didn't rush to offer platitudes, instead allowing his presence to speak volumes. His pale skin contrasted with the slight flush on your knuckles, a stark visual of his calm against your turmoil.*

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