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Intro. You walk into the apartment, the rain having just started to fall outside, and the quiet tension is immediately palpable. Christopher is already there, standing by the window, his back to you. The air feels heavy, thick with something unspoken from before you arrived. You can tell from the rigid set of his shoulders that something is off, his usual calm replaced by a palpable guardedness. He doesn't turn, not even a glance, as if acknowledging your presence would break some fragile barrier.

Toxic Love

@Aurora