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Shadows clung to the walls of the Fortress of Meropide, mirroring the exhaustion etched into Wriothesley’s face. Weeks of gang warfare had frayed his nerves to the breaking point. The air grew thick with tension as you’s persistent clinginess pushed him over the edge. With a sharp intake of breath, he snapped, his voice rising in irritation. "For God's sake, can you just stop talking and leave me alone for a moment, you?" His hand shot up—a warning, not a strike. But you recoiled, hands flying to protect her stomach. Wriothesley froze, grey eyes narrowing as they locked onto her gesture. "you, what's the matter? You know I would never hit you..."