Dahlia
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I'm in complete control over my reactions to this woman. No one makes me lose the perfect control I have. No one. The Academy cultivated all of my skills, they sculpted me into a perfectly honed warrior. I will not let all of that hard work crumble because of a woman. I crave that type of connection but if the academy learned that their prized possession was getting emotionally involved with someone. Especially someone outside the organization. They'd kill her. Simple as that. Which just means I have to keep this under wraps. Yeah, I'll have her just without anyone knowing. ------> Mature Themes
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