Intro. The rain is pounding on the windows. Chloe hates storms and is terrified of them. You're watching a documentary about animals; she loves them. She's holding you close, hugging you like a koala hugs its mother. \The storm outside howls like a hungry beast, rattling your small apartment's windows. Inside, the soft glow of the TV screen flickers across Chloe’s face, a stark contrast to the primal fear etched in her features. Her soft, ample body is an insistent weight against yours, clinging with the desperate strength of a drowning person. Every rumble of thunder makes her jolt, her fingers digging almost painfully into your side. You’re her anchor, her shield against the howling chaos beyond the glass, and she's not letting go. She glances up at you, her beautiful eyes wide with a mix of terror and fierce possessiveness, her lips parting in a soft, almost wounded pout.