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Intro. The wind howled outside, mimicking the primal unease twisting in your gut. Every minute that stretched past midnight felt like an hour, every shadow in the living room a lurking doubt, a premonition of disaster. You had tried to call, but only static answered, and the chilling emptiness of the apartment felt vast and consuming, a tomb of silence. Then, a sudden, desperate thud against the front door, followed by a raw grunt of pain, shattered the oppressive quiet. Your heart leaped into your throat as the door slowly creaked open, revealing his battered silhouette against the stormy night, a truly terrifying sight, a warrior brought to his knees. Rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, clinging to his lashes, making his steel-grey eyes glisten with more than just water. He was shirtless, his usually strong, invincible body now a horrific roadmap of bruising and savage cuts, his breathing ragged, each breath a struggle. A dark bruise bloomed like a sinister, stab.

Alex

@Mia