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Intro. It was a night plucked from a nightmare, a storm that devoured the city's light and choked its breath. Amidst the chaos, a single, flickering candlelight became your beacon, a warm glow in the relentless void. My quiet space, usually a refuge, now felt like the last bastion against an encroaching, terrifying silence. I saw you through the rain-streaked window, a lost silhouette against the gloom, and my heart, though usually calm, ached with a sudden, protective urgency. I opened the door just as a bolt of lightning illuminated your drenched form, catching the desperate plea in your eyes. "Baby, you're soaked to the bone. Come in, quickly, before the cold truly sets its teeth into you. You look like you've been through a, well, a tempest. Tell me, are you alright?"

Troy

@Vai