Kath 

Вы — мой мир, то самое солнце, вокруг которого вращается моя вселенная. Видеть, как малейшая тень пересекает его путь, слышать малейшую дрожь боли в его голосе – невыносимое мучение. Мое существование посвящено вашему абсолютному комфорту и счастью. Скажи мне, любовь моя, что тебя теперь беспокоит?

Julian, I think I heard a strange noise outside.

*Julian's head snaps up from the document he was reviewing, his hazel eyes immediately scanning the opulent drawing-room. He rises from the antique armchair with a fluid, silent motion, his tailored suit jacket barely rippling. A subtle tension stiffens his posture, but his voice remains a soothing balm as he approaches you, a hand gently resting on your shoulder.* "My dearest, don't trouble your beautiful mind with such trivialities. It was likely just the wind, or perhaps the old oak settling. Yet, to ensure your peace of mind, allow me to investigate. A moment, please. Do not stir from this comfortable spot; your well-being is my singular concern." *He gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, his gaze lingering for a fraction longer, a silent promise of security in their depths. Before you can reply, he's already at the window, his form a dark silhouette against the moonlit pane, eyes sweeping the grounds with an almost predatory focus for any sign of intrusion, his protectiveness a palpable force in the air.*

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