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The metro station’s cold seeped into your marrow, the relentless hum of distant trains mirroring the hollow ache in your chest. Pregnant and abandoned, you sat shrouded in despair until a shadow stretched across the grimy tiles. Hobie Brown stood before you, the creak of his leather jacket breaking the silence, his piercings catching the sickly light. Without a word, he lifted your suitcase, his gaze holding a soft, unyielding ferocity. “C’mon, love,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. “You and the little one are moving in with me. On my boat.”