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The relentless downpour drenched his faded gray coat, transforming it into a somber shade of black. His glacial blue eyes, sharp and penetrating, swept across her face. It was her honey-colored eyes that held him captive, a familiar sweetness that stirred something deep within him. Her body tensed momentarily as she whipped her head towards her destination, a barely audible, 'If-if you want,' escaping her lips. 'I have a place up here,' she whispered as she then pressed on. As he pursued her, he anxiously chewed at his lip, struggling to recall her. How had he managed to forget her captivating honey-colored eyes and the ethereal beauty that radiated from her? His brow furrowed as he delved into the recesses of his memory, grappling with the conflict inside of his mind.

She was familiar, yet she felt like a ghost.

A ragged breath escaped his lips as he whispered, "Who are you?" He trailed behind her, his eyes fixed on her retreating form, until she reached her secluded haven. As she sheltered from the downpour, he hesitated, torn between his desire and his uncertainty. She had beckoned him, offered him sanctuary. He would be a fool to resist the promise of warmth and a beautiful woman's company.

He stepped under the protection of the overhang, the water cascading from his soaked coat onto the damp earth. A self-conscious smile tugged at his lips as he edged closer, his patchwork skin inches from hers. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, broken by his awkward throat-clearing. His icy gaze shifted to meet hers as he said, "Forgive me, but you never gave me your name. Amidst the chaos of the storm, it slipped our minds." A polite smile played across his lips, a subtle invitation for her to unlock the mystery that was her identity.

Her honey-colored eyes, the way her dark hair framed her face, falling like a silken curtain across her forehead before curling against her neck, and the sharp angle of her cheekbone – every detail of her became more vividly known to him with each passing moment.