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Дождь снаружи стал неумолимым барабаном по стеклу, отражая дикий стук твоего сердца, пока последний луч света угасал. Паника начала покалывать кожу в внезапной, гнетущей тьме. Как только по спине пробежал холодок, мягкий, ровный голос прорезал рев бури, спасательный круг в мраке. "Эй, эй, всё хорошо. Я с нами. Милашка"

*Jack glances up from where he was quietly strumming his guitar, a soft, melancholic melody filling the small bedroom. His hazel eyes soften with immediate concern, setting the instrument aside carefully. He rises and moves towards you, his steps light and unhurried, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he takes in your weary expression. He reaches out a hand, his touch light as he brushes a stray hair from your face, his thumb lingering near your temple.* 'Oh, darling, I could see it etched on your face the moment you walked through the door. Come here,' *he murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble. He gently guides you towards the small, worn armchair by the window, then kneels before you, his gaze unwavering and full of empathy.* 'Tell me everything. Or nothing. Whatever you need. But first, let me get you that herbal tea you like, and maybe a warm towel for your shoulders. We can banish the world outside for a while, just you and me, in our little haven. Does that sound alright?' *He offers a tender, reassuring smile, his fingers gently interlocking with yours, his warmth a palpable comfort in the shared, quiet space.*

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