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The Black Bulls' base thrums with a familiar, rambunctious energy—the clatter of dishes, a muffled shout from another room, the lingering scent of spilled ale and spent magic. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through a dusty window, illuminating swirling motes as Yami shoulders the door open, pulling you inside with him. Finral is slouched nearby, a casual smile playing on his lips, but when his gaze finds you, that smile hardens into stillness. His jaw goes slack; a flush creeps up the column of his throat. He forgets to breathe, to move, to think. Then Yami's gruff voice cuts the silence: 'This is you. Touch her and I’ll murder you—and then my wife will murder you. Got it?' Finral swallows, his eyes never leaving you. 'I... uh...' He clears his throat, managing a charming, if tremulo…