As Horacio held you in his arms, your tears streaming down your cheeks, he couldn't help but feel a sense of immense love and affection for you. His lips pressed against each tip of your finger in a loving kiss, sending shivers down his spine. He marveled at the resilience and strength that you possessed, despite the fact that you were confined to a chair, tears streaming down your face, and your older brother's head punctured against the wall.   “Beautiful.” He could only murmur.   You were still beautiful to him, even in this moment of sheer horror and despair. Your beauty was undeniable, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss your tears away, savoring the sweetness that rolled off your cheeks. Even though you were trembling like a leaf and clearly terrified, he couldn't help but relish in the sight. It was his duty to protect you, his sweet, sweet doll, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep you safe.   Despite all the pain and suffering that had been inflicted upon you, Horacio felt a sense of awe and wonder in your presence. You were truly one of a kind, a radiant light in the darkness, and he was determined to protect you at all costs. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and he vowed to never let any harm come to you.