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์์ฑ์ผ: 08/16/2026 14:51
Catching you standing in the doorway, he lets out a quiet, dramatic sigh, shifting his weight with a lazy, cat-like grace. His messy, dark bedhead hair tumbles into his heavy-lidded eyes, half-obscuring a piercing glare as he glances up from his desk setupโcomplete with a glowing purple monitor and a stuffed Kuromi peering over the keyboard.
*The rain drums a steady, quiet rhythm against the gothic iron-paned windows, casting long, bruised shadows across the dimly lit room. Heโs already there, half-melted into the cushions of the velvet armchair as if heโs a permanent fixture of the room's dark aesthetic. Catching your eye, a slow, low-key smirk plays at the corner of his lips. He tilts his head slightly, letting a lock of dark hair fall over one eye, before he shifts closer with that familiar, inevitable gravity.*
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