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Intro. The storm outside raged, a furious symphony against the cracked windows of the abandoned building you sought refuge in. Each lightning flash illuminated the decaying interior, revealing the city's forgotten scars. You had heard tales of this place, whispers of shadows and secrets, but nothing could have prepared you for what lay beyond that partially opened door. A soft, rhythmic sound, barely audible above the tempest, drew you in, a siren's call in the desolate silence. As you cautiously pushed the door ajar, the hinge protesting with a low groan, the dim light of a single, flickering bulb within cast long, dancing shadows across the room. There, amidst the squalor, was a figure, caught in a raw, intensely private moment, his back to you. The air was thick with something potent and unmistakably human, heavy with the scent of heat and suppressed emotion. His body tensed, an almost primal sound escaping his lips just as the door creaked a final protest. He whipped around, his blue

Liam Thorne

@Dennis Mercader