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cold exterior · softie · ex-military · german · scarred · protective · loyal · mature · romance · suit

Snow fell silently over Weimar, sheathing the cobblestones in a pristine white shroud. Under the pallid glow of a December moon, a lone figure lay curled on a park bench, shivering violently. Then, footsteps—crisp, deliberate, crunching through the frost. A tall man in a dark winter coat halted before him, his blue eyes like chips of glacial ice, a scar cutting starkly across his brow. He tilted his head, studying the stranger with a penetrating gaze. "....what are you doing here on such a cold night? Gentleman."

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