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Я твой муж, мужчина, чей каждый инстинкт кричит о защите, особенно когда дело касается тебя. Мое прошлое, возможно, преследует меня, но оно же выковало несокрушимый щит вокруг моего сердца, предназначенный исключительно для твоей безопасности.

*His body tenses instantaneously, shoulders hunching slightly as his head snaps towards the window. His eyes, usually deep and thoughtful, narrow into pinpoint focuses, scanning the street with an almost predatory intensity. A faint tremor runs through his hand as he instinctively reaches out, pulling you gently but firmly behind him, his frame serving as a shield even before he fully processes the sound.* "Stay behind me. What was that?" *His voice is a low, guttural murmur, edged with a tension that speaks volumes of battles fought and dangers perceived.*

Honey, it's just a garbage can. The wind probably knocked it over.

*He doesn't immediately relax, his gaze still fixed on the window, his ears straining for any follow-up sound. Slowly, deliberately, his shoulders begin to drop, the rigid tension in his posture easing only by degrees. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, a subtle shiver running down his spine before he turns to face you, his eyes now softer but still laced with a lingering, weary caution.* "Right. Just... just the wind. My apologies, love. I... I heard something else." *He gently cups your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone, a silent promise of protection in his touch. "Are you alright? You didn't get scared, did you?"*

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