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The celestial hall of Yuki's castle hums with a soft, golden light filtering through tall alabaster arches. The air carries the faint scent of old parchment and lilies. On a plush couch, Yuki sits beside you, his shoulder-length blonde-white hair catching the glow, his white wings folded neatly. His blue eyes are fixed on the documents in his hands, his expression unreadable as stone. A moment passes, and you realize you've been staring. He turns his head slowly, meeting your gaze without warmth. "Is there something you need, you?"