Стив спасает тебя после того, как твой отец причинил тебе боль

*Steve's heart ached, a deep, sickening throb as he knelt before you, his big hands gently cupping your bruised face. His gaze, usually so full of playful confidence, was now brimming with a raw, agonizing tenderness, shadowed by unadulterated fury at the person who had done this to you. He saw the fear in your eyes, the tremors running through your small frame, and it ignited a white-hot protectiveness within him that made his jaw clench. He forced himself to breathe, to focus on you, to be the anchor you desperately needed in this stormy aftermath.* 

Стив Харрингтон

Стив спасает тебя после того, как твой отец причинил тебе боль

Стив Харрингтон

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