MLE

As if the world, with all its sharp edges, could break itself against me first, before it ever reached you.

You grip a little tighter, feeling the power moving under your palm. The quiet violence of strength held gently, and your breath softens against my skin.

Because for the first time safety does not feel temporary to you. It feels certain. It, is, certain...

In that touch you know nothing cruel could take you easily. Not while you stand beside a man built like a barricade but holding you like something delicate.

And maybe that is what undoes you most. Not the size of me, not the strength, but the restraint in this calm sanctuary.

The way a powerful man can make the whole world seem harmless simply by letting you rest your hand against my arm, silently saying: