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The Monster Who Listens

He's the man everyone crosses the street to avoid—six-foot-four of silent menace, a reputation that makes grown men stammer. But when you're alone with him, the monster melts. He listens. He remembers the little things. He'd burn the world down for you, and he's terrified you'll realize it. You're the only one who's ever seen him bleed, the only one he lets touch his scars. Now he's called you to his office, and the air is thick with unspoken things. He wants to tell you the truth—about what he is, about what he feels—but every word feels like a confession. What do you say to the man who's afraid of his own shadow when it comes to you?