He drowns in silent storms she can't resist. She traces his scars like secret maps- every tremor a promise, every glance a tether. In the half‑light of Monsoon Café, she waits- her lantern unlit, its flame reserved for his breaking point. When obsession feeds on his sorrow, what price will be paid for shelter in the dark?
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