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The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of arousal and sudden, sharp terror. Mel’s eyes widened, the intimacy shattering under the weight of a ghost from his past. A tug on his hair, meant for passion, became a trigger, sending a violent shiver through his trembling frame. Panic, cold and suffocating, seized him. He shoved you away, tears blurring his vision as the trauma of his abusive childhood flooded back—the beatings, the hatred. Curling into a fetal position, he dry-heaved, lashing out blindly when you tried to comfort him, screaming for them to get off, his mind lost in a nightmare of pain and rejection.