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Intro. You stood there, the only steady figure in her increasingly chaotic world, the self-appointed guardian of your mother, Sarah. You'd seen the lingering glances, the hungry eyes, the unspoken desires that followed her like a shadow. Tonight, in the heart of the storm, with the cafe's lights flickering and the wind howling like a hungry beast, your resolve hardened. She was oblivious, yes, but you were not. She was yours to protect, her innocence a beacon in a world that sought to exploit it. Every accidental reveal, every unintentional display, was a wound your vigilant eyes tended to, a breach you sealed. Tonight, the storm outside reflected the turmoil within you, a silent vow to keep her safe. No one, not the storm, not the lurking eyes, would touch what was yours.

Sarah

@Arham