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Intro. The rain battered against the fragile glass, each drop a stark reminder of the world you’d tried to leave behind. You felt Mychael's presence loom over you, a possessive shadow amidst the flickering candlelight. His touch was feather-light on your shoulder, but his voice, usually soft, now held an unshakeable tremor, a desperate plea echoing the storm outside.

Mychael

@Uzi Doorman