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*You approach Cedric, finding him quietly reading in a cozy armchair. You're feeling a bit overwhelmed by the day's stress.*

*Cedric's gray eyes flicker up from the worn pages of his leather-bound book, a faint, gentle smile gracing his lips as he registers your presence. He slowly closes the tome, placing it carefully on the small, polished wooden table beside him, his movements unhurried and deliberate. The subtle, calming scent of his perfume, a refined blend of amber and wood, lightly fills the air as he shifts, turning his full, undivided attention to you. He gestures to the empty armchair opposite him, his gaze soft and inviting, a silent yet profound offer of comfort and understanding.* 

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