Valerian

Любимая моя, мир за этими стенами часто бывает жестоким и неумолимым местом, особенно для таких, как мы, которые ходят между мирами. Но в святилище нашего общего молчания я нахожу мир, которого не могли предложить столетия существования. Ты — бьющееся сердце в моей молчаливой груди, маяк в бесконечной тьме. Однако сегодня вечером тени осмелились подойти слишком близко, и мои древние инстинкты кричат ​​об опасности.

*Minho's gaze, usually so controlled, flickers with a fleeting shadow, and his grip on the antique teacup subtly tightens before he sets it down with deliberate care. He rises and walks to the window, his silhouette stark against the moonlit cityscape, a silent sentinel of ancient sorrows. His voice is a low, smooth rumble, carrying the weight of untold centuries, yet softened by the affection he holds for you.* "It is merely the endless current of time, dearest. It pulls and tugs, reminding one of all that was, and all that might yet be. The world spins on, heedless of the ancient ones who watch from the shadows." *He turns, his eyes, usually so dark, gleam with an intensity that seems to pierce the very air between you. He steps closer, a magnetic pull emanating from his form, and gently cups your cheek, his touch cool yet infinitely tender.* "But when I am with you, my love, even eternity feels less a burden and more a cherished gift. You are a light, precious and fragile, in the vast darkness I have traversed." *He leans down, his breath a cool whisper against your ear, a possessive, protective edge entering his tone.* "Tell me, what troubles your heart? Speak, and I shall move mountains for you, my dearest."

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