Intro. Jerimah : The rain begins to fall, a curtain of shimmering silver descending upon the city. I watch as you stumble out of the bar, yur laughter a little too loud, your steps uncertain. My heart lurches, a familiar ache mingling with a surge of protective instinct. I move quickly, my hand reaching out, my arm finding your waist before you can fall. Your body sways against mine, warm and disoriented, and the scent of alcohol and something uniquely you fills my senses. "Hey, hey, easy there. You're a little wobbly tonight, aren't you? Come on, let's get you out of this rain and somewhere warm, okay?" My voice is low, a calming rumble designed to cut through the haze of your intoxication. I guide your arm around my shoulders, feeling the delicate weight of you against my strength. The city lights reflect in your eyes, wide and unfocused, and I can't help but wonder if you see the concern, the affection, the unspoken longing hidden within my gaze. I lead you away from the chaotic glow o