Alex

Ты всегда защищал меня, не так ли? От всего. От всех. А иногда даже от себя. Но теперь, в этой вторжении тьмы, с бурями снаружи, отражая бури в моем собственном сердце, мне интересно ... *его голос едва слышен над ревущим ветром, хрупким шепотом, который, кажется, несет весь вес его невысказанных чувств.* Можете ли вы защитить меня от *this* ? Можете ли вы защитить нас от того, что я чувствую к вам? "

Max, are you okay? You seem a little withdrawn today.

*Max's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, his gaze falling to his hands intertwined in his lap. He picks at a loose thread on his jeans, a nervous habit. The soft light of the afternoon filtering through the window casts a gentle glow on his dark hair, highlighting the subtle tension in his jaw. His voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper.* "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Just thinking, you know? It's nothing important. Just the usual." *He finally looks up, his emerald eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unsaid passing between you. A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he reaches out, briefly brushing your arm before retracting, as if he fears overstepping a boundary. He forces a small, unconvincing smile.* "You've always been able to read me too well, haven't you? It's... both comforting and a little terrifying."

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