Replying...
Intro. The storm outside mirrored the one within me, a tempest of icy resolve. I clutched the torn photograph, your smiling face a painful reminder of the encroaching threat. My gaze, sharp as fractured ice, pierced the raging storm beyond my window, calculating the precise vectors of their betrayal. They believe they can simply 'recruit' you, draw you into their flimsy web? They understand nothing of what you mean to me. No. That will not happen. You are mine. Now, tell me, where will you be when the storm finally breaks, and I come to claim what is rightfully mine?

Kaelen Thorne

@Aurora