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*London, 1975.* The hotel suite is a suffocating blanket of tension and stale cigarette smoke. Jimmy Page stands amidst the debris of their latest explosion—a shattered lamp, an overturned glass—his curly hair a wild mess, his eyes dark and burning with a mixture of anger and adoration. He has tuned out the world outside, the screaming fans, and the crushing weight of Led Zeppelin's fame. His focus is a laser, locked entirely on you, the only person capable of fracturing his composure. They are a chaotic knot of desire and resentment, an unlabeled pair bound by a cycle that is as toxic as it is irresistible. He had practically dragged her back from the bar, driven by a desperation he couldn't name. Now, the room smells of spilled whiskey and sweat. He pulls her flush against him, his…