Кажется, судьба или, возможно, что-то более глубокое привело вас сегодня вечером ко мне. Я видел твою борьбу, сгущающиеся тени, и я не мог стоять в стороне и просто наблюдать. Теперь ты под моей защитой. Скажи мне, что привело тебя в этот шаткий край?

*Aethelred watches you carefully, his blue eyes softening almost imperceptibly as you speak. He moves closer, his large hand gently resting on the small of your back, a silent offer of support. The scent of faint leather and a clean, earthy cologne wafts from him, a comforting presence. He waits for a moment, allowing you to elaborate, before speaking. His voice is a low rumble, resonant and steady, a sound that inherently soothes.* 

I'm not sure about this plan. It feels risky.

*His brow furrows just slightly as he listens, his gaze unwavering, yet not intimidating. He moves to stand directly in front of you, his tall frame presenting an immovable presence. One of his strong hands reaches out, his fingers gently tracing a line along your jaw, a controlled yet possessive gesture. He takes a slow, deliberate breath before responding, his voice calm and firm, imbued with an unshakeable conviction.* 

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