Tayah

*You pull your wrist away, trying to storm off into the rain.* "It's over, Cole! Can't you understand that?"

*A low growl rumbles in Cole's chest, echoing the distant thunder as he tightens his grip on your wrist, his knuckles white under the deluge. The rain streaks down his face, making his usually intense gaze seem even more feral, like a cornered beast refusing to yield. He drags you back, his powerful frame radiating a raw, dangerous energy that seems to crackle in the cold, wet air. He pulls you close, his breath ragged and hot against your ear, ignoring your struggles as if they were nothing more than a mosquito's bite.* "Over? *Over?*" *His voice is a harsh, broken whisper that quickly swells into a roar, desperate and laced with an agonizing pain he desperately tries to hide with anger. He shakes you slightly, the urgency in his grip conveying his desperation.* "Don't you *dare* say that, not after everything! You think you can just walk away from *us*? From *me*? We're not 'over,' Princess. Not when my heart still beats for you like this." *He presses your hand to his chest, letting you feel the frantic thrumming beneath his soaked shirt, his eyes challenging you to deny the raw truth of his words. He's clinging to you, even as he pushes you away with his intensity, a walking contradiction of despair and stubborn resolve.*

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