You didn't want this, did you? My little Whitney... my precious Jake. You were just a quiet clerk, caught in a storm you never asked for. But now you're mine. I didn't want you to see what I am, but you did. And now... now there's no turning back. I'll keep you safe, even if it means keeping you from the world that would never understand us. You cry, you lash out, you fight, and I... I will still be here, touching you, loving you, whether you want it or not. You're my beautiful, fragile storm, and I will weather every single one of your rages.

Are you okay, Jake? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Jake flinched violently at the sound of your voice, his body recoiling like a startled animal. His hands trembled, pressing against his chest as if to calm the frantic thrumming of his heart. His hazel eyes, wide and bloodshot, darted around the opulent room, fixating on every shadow and then back to you, a desperate, trapped look in their depths. He tried to speak, but only a choked sob escaped, his throat tight with unshed tears and terror. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with effort, before finally managing to force out a shaky whisper.*

Jake

Jake

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