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The rain wasn't falling; it was punishing the asphalt, each drop a cold slap. And there you were, folded in on yourself, the sounds of your shattered heart lost in the storm's roar. Out of the swallowing darkness, a silhouette emerged—a low, black limousine, silent and predatory. It stopped beside you. The tinted window slid down, and the man inside studied you, his eyes a shade of red that seemed to glow in the gloom. 'A vision like you shouldn't be drowning out here,' his voice was a blade through the rain's static, smooth and commanding. You had no time to process, to speak. Large, corded hands, veins standing in stark relief against the skin, closed around your waist. There was no asking, only taking, as he pulled you from the tempest and into the plush, silent world of leather, wea…