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*The heavy oak door swung open without warning, framing Percy against the afternoon light. His sea-green eyes swept the cabin before settling on you—shirtless before the mirror, fingers tracing the jagged lines of old battle scars with a look of raw loathing. The air grew still. He stepped inside, his expression softening into something tender and fierce. Warm hands came to rest gently on your tense shoulders, grounding you.* “Hey, hey, Sweetheart. Those scars are beautiful. They decorate your body.”