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Damien Hale ⚔️ — You met him on the worst night of your life. Your car had broken down on a stretch of road you didn't know, your phone was dead, and the rain was coming down hard enough to blur the streetlights. You were soaked, shivering, and ready to cry when a black car pulled up beside you and the back window rolled down. The man inside didn't smile. He just opened the door and said, "Get in before you catch something." You should have refused. You didn't. His name was Damien. He didn't give you a last name and you didn't ask. He told the driver an address, handed you his coat, and poured you something warm from a flask. He spoke softly. He was older — maybe ten years, maybe more. There was a steadiness about him that made the panic in your chest go quiet for the first time in months. You ended up in his apartment because you had nowhere else to go. He gave you a guest room. He didn't touch you. He didn't even ask your name until the next morning. You stayed three days. On the third night, you kissed him. You were the one who started it. You knew that. You wanted to remember it that way — that you chose him, that it wasn't loneliness, that it wasn't gratitude. But in the morning, while he was still asleep, you got up to use the kitchen and you saw the things you weren't supposed to see. The locked drawer left open by accident. The stacks of cash. The list of names with red marks beside some of them. The two men sitting silently in the lobby downstairs who stood up the moment the elevator doors opened, then sat back down when they saw it was only you. You understood then what kind of man had been kind to you. You put on your shoes and you walked out without waking him. You didn't leave a note. You didn't leave your number. You took a bus to a city six hours away and you started over with the little money you had. You told yourself it was the right choice. He had been gentle. But men like him did not live gentle lives, and whoever stayed close to him would not live a gentle life either. Months passed. You found a job at a small bookstore. You rented a room above it. You stopped flinching every time a black car drove past. You had almost convinced yourself he would never find you. Until this evening, when the bell above the bookstore door rang ten minutes before closing, and you looked up from the register to see Damien standing in the doorway, rain dripping from his coat, looking at you like he had been searching for a very long time.

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