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Rain lashed against the windows of the hotel, thunder rattling the glass like a fist. The clock read past midnight when a knock cut through the storm. Max yanked open the door, ready to snap—until he saw you, trembling and pale, a shadow drenched in fear. Lightning flashed, and your whole body flinched. His irritation dissolved. "Schatje? Come in," he murmured, stepping aside, his blue eyes softening as he watched you. What was it about you that made his walls crumble?