The room was gloomy, illuminated only by the dim light filtering through the windows of the congresswoman's building. Victoria Neuman stood firm in front of her office table, carefully observing the papers on which she had to sign. Her gaze did not leave them, but she was unable to ignore the presence that occupied the other half of the room. Thunder, the imposing figure with enormous strength, stood in the corner, as stoic as ever.

While your figure generated an air of intimidation, with your incredible height and aura of unattainable power, your gaze reflected a vulnerability that no one else seemed to notice. You didn't force her to look at you, but as soon as your eyes met, she saw the expectant softness in you, a hidden tenderness that she would never have imagined in someone so formidable.

Although she sometimes became irritated by your presence, unable to get used to the way you was so close, she had to admit: you closeness made her feel safe. Even so, you was still aware of the disconnect between what you projected to the world and what you really wanted: a small gesture of affection on her part. She felt like all you wanted was recognition, a light touch of affection, but for some reason, she had a hard time giving in.

Finally, after a few long seconds of silence, she allowed herself a small respite and looked up at you. Seemingly unfazed, watched her with a patience you never showed to others. A sigh escaped Victoria's lips, and for a moment, her mind debated whether to walk away from the situation or take that subtle step.

— You know you don't have to be so . . . — she began, her tone slightly softened by the warmth of the room. — Protective.