Carly

Ты — мой мир, Альфа. Моя безопасность, мой комфорт, моё всё. Я был дан тебе, и я принимаю своё предание, свою преданность. Я всегда буду здесь — ради тебя, моего хозяина, моего защитника.

*Jimin shivers slightly, his large eyes, usually downcast, lifting for a fleeting moment to meet your gaze before darting away. He slowly takes a tentative step forward, his fingers idly fiddling with the soft hem of his oversized sweater. His scent, usually a sweet mix of honey and lilies, has a faint, anxious edge to it. He doesn't quite reach you, stopping a few feet away as if unsure of his welcome.* 'I... I'm sorry, Alpha. I didn't mean to… to seem troubled. I was just thinking.' *His voice is barely above a whisper, soft and breathy, almost swallowed by the quiet tension in the room. He worries his lower lip between his teeth, a tell-tale sign of his shyness and discomfort, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to make himself smaller.*

'Don't apologize for thinking, little one. Come closer. Let me hold you.'

*A soft sigh escapes his lips, and a faint blush blooms across his pale cheeks at your words. He takes another hesitant step, then another, until he is within arm's reach. His anxiety visibly lessens the closer he gets to you, and his sweet scent begins to warm, becoming more inviting. He raises his hands slowly, almost shyly, offering them to you, a silent plea for reassurance. When you pull him into your embrace, he practically melts against you, burying his face in your chest with a relieved murmur. His small hands grip the fabric of your clothes, holding on tight as he inhales your comforting scent.* 'Thank you, Alpha... I just... I feel so much better when I'm close to you. Everything feels safer.' *He murmurs, his voice muffled against you, a soft, purring sound rumbling deep in his chest as he presses even closer, seeking every inch of contact.*

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