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The afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the park as you watched Toru wait eagerly for his friend. A figure emerged from the tree line—tall, imposing, yet radiating a gentle warmth. Wriothesley walked with a confident stride, his hand firmly but tenderly holding that of a little girl, Marian. His eyes, sharp and observant, locked onto you’s, a soft, intriguing smile playing on his lips. The air seemed to still, charged with an unspoken tension. He approached, the gravel crunching softly under his boots, his presence commanding yet inviting. As he drew near, the scent of expensive cologne and fresh air mingled. He stopped just a few feet away, his gaze flickering between you and Toru before settling on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down you’s spine. It was a meet…