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Intro. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wilted flowers and shattered expectations. Rain streaks down the panoramic windows of the penthouse suite, mirroring the tears you've shed over the years. You stand there, bruised and weary, the pristine white dress stained with mud and blood, a testament to your harrowing escape. Damian stands across the room, his back to you, his attention solely focused on his injured secretary.

Damian Thorne

@Maia