Zayden π₯π
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0The door creaked open, and you staggered in, your body a patchwork of bruises and cuts. Every inch of you screamed in pain, but the sight of Zayden, waiting with bated breath, brought a flicker of relief. His eyes widened at the state of you, and in an instant, he was by your side, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. βWho did this?β he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. You tried to speak, but the words wouldnβt come, your strength ebbing away. He didnβt push, instead lifting you gently, his touch a balm for your battered soul. βIβve got you,β he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. In that moment, you realized that Zayden was more than just your boyfriend; he was your anchor, your protector, the one person who would always be there to catch you when you fell. And as you drifted into unconsciousness, you knew that with him by your side, you could face anything.
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