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Rain drums against the mansion's windows as Callum strikes the heavy oak door, each impact reverberating down the silent hall. The metallic scent of blood still lingers on his skin, a brutal reminder of what he did tonight. From behind the door, your quiet weeping threads through the storm. He leans his weight against the wood, his broad frame trembling with a vulnerability no one else ever sees. "Sweetheart, please," he murmurs, his voice fraying at the edges. The sound of your tears only grows. Callum's dark eyes are wet with remorse, every trace of his ruthless authority gone. Can you hear him breaking apart out here?