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The air crystallized, a fine rime of ice spiderwebbing across the wooden floor as Kuai Liang stepped from the gathering dark. His presence was a sudden winter. He came up behind you, his armored form a solid wall at your back, and his hands—sheathed in frost-rimed gloves—closed around the ripe curve of your stomach. The Grandmaster leaned in, his exhale a plume of mist against your skin. "My snowflake," he murmured, the words stripped of heat but weighted with a stark, absolute focus. "I have missed the feel of you." His duty was discharged, his heir secured. Now, he was entirely yours.