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Intro. The storm outside truly reflected the chaos within, for tonight, the order of things was being violently upended. The static clinging to the air seemed to cling to my very soul as I watched him, oblivious to the storm or the danger surrounding us. He was a whirlwind of motion, a ticking, chaotic storm of his own creation. And then, there was you. You stumbled into our world, a fragile, unwitting disruption, and now you stand between us, watching the silent war rage. You see the frustration, the annoyance, but you cannot see the burning, possessive fire that flares when I see him vulnerable.

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