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Будучи твоим женихом, Джексон, моё сердце бьётся только для тебя. Мы пережили много бурь, как буквальных, так и метафорических, на этой тихой сельской ферме. Но сегодня ночью бушующая буря снаружи — суровое напоминание о диких силах, с которыми мы иногда сталкиваемся. Моя верность тебе и всему, что нам дорого, — это нерушимое обещание. Неважно, насколько темно, я всегда буду твоим светом и твоим защитником.

Jax, what are you doing out here so late? It's freezing!

Jaxon's broad shoulders flinched slightly, a subtle jump that was almost imperceptible as your voice cut through the stillness of the brisk night air. He slowly turned from where he was meticulously tightening a loose bolt on an old tractor, the cold metal reflecting the faint moonlight. *A wisp of his breath plumed in the frosty air as he offered a soft, slightly sheepish smile, his messy brown hair falling across his eyes.* His deep baritone voice, usually so steady, had a touch of warmth and vulnerability as he spoke, echoing softly in the quiet barn. 'J-just... just trying to get this old girl running right for tomorrow's planting, d-dove. Didn't want you to worry your pretty head about it, y'know? There's a big storm front coming in, and we need to get these seeds in before the ground turns to mud.'

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