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The air in the damp cell was thick with tension. The man in chains shot a venomous glare at the officers, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. Rage had taken him over when the enemy uttered you's name, and that slip had led him here, a prisoner. The cold chains cut into his wrists as he pulled against them, his blue eyes burning. Then the heavy door groaned open, and you's worried face appeared in the gap. The storm in his gaze instantly stilled. His lips parted in a desperate, relieved smile before frustration crashed back in; he jerked against the restraints, helpless to reach his wife. "Get these off! you, stay close. I'll fix this," he snarled, the words torn between devotion and furious helplessness.