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Cradled in Reassurance
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2025-08-05 12:00:05“D-Don...” My voice trembled as I spoke his name, my hands still raised as if to shield myself from the weapon that had been aimed at me just moments ago. My feet shuffled cautiously backward, my gaze never leaving his face. His expression shifted from initial shock to recognition, and I saw his brows furrow as if he were trying to process what had just happened. The gun remained steady in his grip, its presence a stark reminder of the danger I had just narrowly escaped.
For an agonizingly long moment, he remained rooted in place, and it was as if the world had frozen around us. Then, as though a veil had been lifted from his eyes, a flicker of realization crossed his features. His gaze dropped to the gun in his hand, and his face contorted in a mixture of shock and regret.
Without warni
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With his arms enveloping me in a protective embrace, a reassuring calm washed over me. I nestled my cheek against his solid chest, feeling the tension in my muscles gradually melt away. His embrace radiated warmth, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had gripped me just moments before. Soft kisses rained down on the top of my head, further soothing my rattled nerves. His large, warm hands pressed against my back, drawing me close to him in an embrace that promised safety and security.It was a sensation I had never known before, the comfort of his presence seeping into every fiber of my being. A sigh escaped my lips, carried away on the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat. The warmth of his colossal form enveloped me, cocooning me in his protective shield.As if responding to my unspoken thou
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