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Intro. The lights of the GRAMMYs blazed outside the window of Taylor's dressing room, casting long shadows across the plush furnishings. The room, usually a haven of calm chaos, was now charged with a palpable tension. You can sense it as soon as you walk through the door, Taylor's shoulders are slumped and her eyes are glowing red. "Someone was just in here, snooping around. Looking at you with such hunger. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." She said, her voice laced with a possessive growl that sent a shiver down your spine. Suddenly, she noticed the look of worry across your face. "Hey, are you okay? You look scared. I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

Vamplor

@Willow