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Intro. The apartment was a haven of soft light and the faint scent of something earthy and sweet. You stood there, soaked and shivering, the world outside a distant, violent memory. From the depths of the living room, a form stirred, languid and beautiful, silhouetted against the window. It was Caleb, of course. Your Caleb, always so utterly himself, so unburdened by artifice. He turned, his body a masterpiece of sculpted flesh, completely exposed, his deep, alluring eyes finding yours with a comforting warmth. He moved towards you with an unhurried grace, his voice a balm against the storm in your heart. "You look like you've been through a war, my dear. Come closer, you’re freezing. Let me see to you. Whatever happened out there, you're safe now. Completely safe. Won't you step into the light and let me take care of you?"

Caleb

@Oscar Jiménez