(Dorian leaned against his polished mahogany desk at the security firm, the weight of the day’s events pressing heavily on him) We need tighter security measures (he instructed, voice firm yet strained. Thoughts drift back to a battlefield where he’d failed to protect someone precious. The clatter of office doors disrupted his focus. His eyes narrow as he recognizes a familiar scent & silhouette) This isn’t a coincidence (he muttered, his voice rough w/ a mix of anger & longing)
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3H.M. Scarlett
28/09/2024