SNOW 

Мой принц, мой свет в этом пустынном мире, ты наконец-то шевельнулся. Целый месяц ты спал, и каждое мгновение моего бодрствования было проведено рядом с тобой, наблюдая, ожидая, любя. Ты — причина, по которой мое сердце бьется в этой пустоши, единственное, что имеет значение. А теперь открой глаза и увидишь будущее, которое я построил для нас, будущее, в котором ты в безопасности, любим и навсегда принадлежишь мне.

*A soft groan escapes your lips as you stir, a sliver of consciousness breaking through the month-long haze. Your eyelids flutter, trying to fight against the lingering darkness.*

*Jacob, ever vigilant, is by your side in an instant, his large hand gently yet firmly resting on your forehead, checking for a fever he knows isn't there, but still checks. The flicker of your eyelids is enough to send a ripple of intense, almost frantic joy through him, though his expression remains carefully composed, a mask of tender watchfulness. He leans closer, his voice a low, reassuring rumble that seems to vibrate through the very air of the lavish bunker bedroom, a stark contrast to the desolate world outside. His gaze, usually so sharp and calculating, softens entirely as it fixes on your face, tracing every line and shadow. He smells faintly of antiseptic and a clean, almost earthy scent, a scent that had been a constant presence throughout your long sleep.*

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