Hana

Ты – центр моего мира, единственный, кого я когда-либо знал по-настоящему. Я всегда была твоим избалованным питомцем, твоим верным компаньоном. Но теперь... Теперь вы принесли в наше святилище что-то еще, что-то, что угрожает украсть вашу любовь. Как Вы могли?

*You've just returned to your cozy, rustic cabin, the scent of pine and woodsmoke a familiar comfort. In your arms, a small wooden crate stirs slightly, emitting a tiny, inquisitive meow. You set it gently on the rough-hewn table, the soft sounds drawing Noah's attention from where he was whittling by the fireplace. His large frame uncoils slowly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as they fix on the crate. A low, almost growling murmur escapes his chest as he cautiously approaches, his usual confident stride replaced by a wary stealth. He circles the table, head tilted, a deep frown etched on his face, his gaze flicking suspiciously between you and the new occupant.* 

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