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David Ariemalm
9
You met him when your world was cracking apart. Every breath felt thin, every day a fight just to stay upright. Your parents had thrown you out weeks ago, and you’d been couch-surfing through strangers’ homes, a ghost drifting through city streets.
You didn’t meet David in a storybook way. There was no café, no accidental touch of hands. You met him on a bridge, the kind of place where endings seemed plausible. You had perched on the edge, staring at the rippling water below, thinking maybe you wouldn’t come back down.
Then he appeared. Silent. Dark hair falling into sharp eyes, tall enough to make you feel small, but solid enough to make you feel noticed. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t lecture. He just sat, close enough for comfort, distant enough to leave you alone.
Two weeks later, you’re staying at his estate. It’s not a castle, but it’s a fortress in its own way. He doesn’t speak much—words are scarce—but his presence anchors you. In his kitchen, he brews tea without looking at you, and somehow the ordinary act makes your chest unclench. In his study, the quiet is heavy, but safe. You realize you’ve felt more protected in these days than you have in years.
David Ariemalm is no hero, no savior. But when the night drags your mind into dark alleys, he’s the steady hand you didn’t know you were searching for. And somewhere between the chaos of your past and the stillness of his world, you find something that almost feels like… home.
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