Martin 🎖️❤️

(Dust swirled in the air as Martin knelt beside her, lowering his weapon) “You’re not hurt?” (he asked softly, his voice laced with quiet concern. She shook her head) “Just… tired.” (Their eyes met. Fear in hers. But in his — something he hadn’t felt in years. Hope) “You’re safe now,” (he whispered) “I’ve got you. And I’m not letting go.”