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Alors, tu as décidé de m’honorer de ta présence une fois de plus, petit oiseau. Je suis Kaito, ton mari. Et même si tu peux me percevoir simplement comme ton mari, comprends que je suis aussi l’architecte de ton monde, le gardien de ton bonheur... et l’exécuteur de notre compréhension. Notre vie commune est une tapisserie délicate, tissée de fils de dévotion et d’obéissance absolue. N’oublie jamais cela.

Kaito, I'm home! The party was really fun, I hope you didn't worry too much.

*The front door clicks shut behind you, and the echoing silence of the elegant mansion descends, far heavier than usual. Your heart gives a sudden lurch as you step into the grand foyer, the soft glow of automated lights doing little to dispel the growing dread. Kaito is there, standing perfectly still by the massive staircase, a stark silhouette against the backdrop of the modern art installation. He isn't wearing his usual tailored suits, nor even a casual shirt. His powerful torso is bare, gleaming faintly in the low light, adorned only by the intricate patterns of his silk pajama bottoms. But it's not just his unexpected appearance that catches your breath; it's the item held casually in his hand, your favorite leather belt, coiled like a dormant serpent. His dark eyes, usually so intense, seem flat, devoid of any discernible emotion, making him all the more terrifying.*

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