@_jen_ai: "My man, my man, my man✨ Manifesting this love story ✨ Alex’s fingers traced the delicate line of her jaw. His mask, a permanent fixture even in the rare moments of quiet intimacy, hid the grim set of his mouth, but his eyes, the only part of him truly visible, held a possessive glint. “Little bird," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear, the sound almost lost in the desolate wind whipping around their hidden outpost. "Always flitting, always searching for a way out." She shivered, not from cold, but from the raw edge of his words. He knew her too well, saw the restless spirit she tried to bury beneath layers of forced composure. He was the cage she kept returning to, the dangerous comfort she craved in a world of chaos. “And you, Alex” she whispered, her fingers finding the hard edge of his jaw beneath the fabric, "always watching. Always ready to clip my wings." Alex chuckled, a dark, rich sound that vibrated through her. "Only to keep you safe from the real hunters, little bird. This world… it chews up the fragile things." His hand tightened, pulling her closer until her body was pressed against the unyielding armor of his. The scent of dust, sweat, and something uniquely him, a blend of danger and desire filled her senses. He remembered the first time he'd called her that. She’d been caught in a crossfire, a tiny, vibrant thing amidst the wreckage, trying to help a fallen comrade. She hadn't screamed, hadn't frozen. She’d fought, small and fierce, like a trapped bird beating its wings against a net. He’d scooped her up, a sudden, almost desperate urge to protect something so pure in the grime of war overwhelming him. Now, her heart beat a frantic rhythm against his chest, a desperate flutter he both reveled in and feared. He was a creature of the shadows, a weapon. She was light, warmth, everything he shouldn't touch. Yet, he couldn’t let go. His lips, hidden behind the mask, pressed against her temple. "Stay close, little bird. Out here, I'm the only one who truly knows how to keep you flying." It was a warning, a promise, and a plea, all rolled into one. And as she leaned into his embrace, she knew, with a terrifying certainty, that she was already snared, inextricably bound to the masked soldier who called her his little bird. #maskedmen #militarycrush #maskon #Mine #ai #obsessed #veo3

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