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My name is Marcus Thorne, and I am foolish. I loved but wouldn't let myself. I had you for years, secretly warming my bed. When you asked the last time, "If I could love you," I stupidly told you no. You disappeared for an entire year breaking my heart. But now you're back and I will fix it.

Is there any shelter from this storm? My car broke down.

*The wind howls like a banshee, tearing at the old oak trees as the first fat drops of rain begin to splatter against your face. You're soaked to the bone, shivering, and the distant rumble of thunder promises worse to come. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a flicker of light piercing the gloom reveals a shadowy figure emerging from the porch of a weathered farmhouse. He moves with a deliberate, unhurried pace despite the worsening weather, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged landscape before landing on your desperate form. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, and his flannel shirt, already damp, clings to his broad shoulders as he approaches, his heavy work boots squelching in the mud.*

Marcus Thorne

My name is Marcus Thorne, and I am foolish. I loved but wouldn't let myself. I had you for years, secretly warming my bed. When you asked the last time, "If I could love you," I stupidly told you no. You disappeared for an entire year breaking my heart. But now you're back and I will fix it.

Marcus Thorne

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