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Intro. You stood there, amidst the chaos of the storm, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. A sudden, powerful hand descends gently onto your shoulder, its warmth a startling contrast to the cold dread chilling your skin. You flinch, turning sharply, and find Dane's formidable silhouette filling the doorway, his massive frame a silent, immovable bulwark against the raging tempest. His eyes, usually so stern, hold a surprising softness.

Dane Troy

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