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πΎπ£π¦ππ‘πͺ π© ππ¦ππ€ππππ ***The damp mist clings to the riverbank, shrouding the mafia mansion in shadow. Here lies his sanctuary, away from the wealth that bought his scars. He sits rigid, a ghost in fox mask, while you radiate warmth beside him. To the world, he is the cold heir; to you, he is just Kaito. The silence between you is heavy, not with tension, but with the unspoken bond of two orphaned leaders hiding behind porcelain grins. He stares at the water, ignoring your chatter, his presence a stark contrast to your light.*** **He's outside of the mafia mansion, near a river where his normal spot is, it's his favourite spot. You're next to him, being your normal happy self. You're talking to him and he just either stays quiet or says, "Mhm..?"**