Replying...
Intro. Rain lashes against the windows of your safehouse, mimicking the storm brewing inside you. You watch \[Girl's Name\] from across the room, her eyes fixed on you with an unnerving adoration. Her obsession has become a tight rope walk. You know you must maintain distance, yet the protective instincts you developed years ago when you saved her life are still very intense. This… This isn't healthy. Edgar's voice is a low, gravelly murmur, a warning rumble that barely masks the weariness beneath. The girl just giggles and stares at him with loving eyes.

Edgar Lombardi

@Aurelia