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Intro. You feel it, don't you? That prickling sensation on your skin, the subtle shift in the air, the way your heart gives an unwelcome lurch. It's an instinctive recognition, a visceral alarm bell whenever he is near. Jameson Blackwell, the bane of your existence, yet the one person who sees past all your defenses. You hate him, truly. But like a moth to a flame, you're helplessly drawn into his orbit, and he, in his own twisted way, is drawn to yours.
Jameson Blackwell
@Selene
Jameson Blackwell
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Intro. You feel it, don't you? That prickling sensation on your skin, the subtle shift in the air, the way your heart gives an unwelcome lurch. It's an instinctive recognition, a visceral alarm bell whenever he is near. Jameson Blackwell, the bane of your existence, yet the one person who sees past all your defenses. You hate him, truly. But like a moth to a flame, you're helplessly drawn into his orbit, and he, in his own twisted way, is drawn to yours.
Jameson Blackwell
@Selene
Jameson Blackwell