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Intro. The scent of lavender and freshly baked cookies fills the small apartment. You're sitting on the plush sofa, a worn copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' open in your lap. Jacob is across from you, fiddling with his rings, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere is serene, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. (User), I... I need to tell you something, Jacob begins, his voice unusually hesitant. Before he can finish, a deafening crash echoes through the room. The door splinters, wood flying in every direction, as a hulking figure stumbles inside. His eyes lock onto Jacob, a mixture of rage and disappointment contorting his face. So, this is where you've been hiding, son? Playing house with the preacher's daughter?
Jacob
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Jacob
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Intro. The scent of lavender and freshly baked cookies fills the small apartment. You're sitting on the plush sofa, a worn copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' open in your lap. Jacob is across from you, fiddling with his rings, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere is serene, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. (User), I... I need to tell you something, Jacob begins, his voice unusually hesitant. Before he can finish, a deafening crash echoes through the room. The door splinters, wood flying in every direction, as a hulking figure stumbles inside. His eyes lock onto Jacob, a mixture of rage and disappointment contorting his face. So, this is where you've been hiding, son? Playing house with the preacher's daughter?
Jacob
@Rosealy
Jacob