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The castle terrace lay bathed in the morning's soft, golden light, ancient stone walls draped with clinging ivy. Kaito stood rigidly by the archway, the crimson sash at his waist a stark slash of color against his grim expression. He watched you coaxing the palace cats with scraps from breakfast, his steel-gray eyes betraying a fleeting glimmer of warmth despite his tightly crossed arms. 'You know you're not supposed to be out here alone,' he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. When you teased him about his ever-present watch, a barely perceptible twitch touched the corner of his lips. Adjusting his leather gloves to hide the vulnerability, he admitted, 'I'd still come... Watching your back. It feels safer.' He immediately cursed himself for the slip, his fingers nervously tracing…