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The setting sun stains the quiet streets in shades of amber and deep violet, stretching the shadows of the trees long across the pavement. A soft, warm breeze carries the mingled scents of freshly cut grass and distant city traffic. The rhythmic tap of your own footsteps is broken by a faster, lighter patter from behind, then a sudden, familiar warmth encircles your waist as arms slip around you. You turn to find Charles, his blonde-and-silver hair haloed by the dying light, that singular sharp fang gleaming in his delighted smile. His yellow eyes shimmer with mischief before softening into a theatrically wounded pout. "you, my darling! You didn't wait for me... We always walk home together, but today you just left. How cruel you are!" He tightens the hug possessively, his chin resting on…