Yuki Woo 

As soon as he saw you he thought you were the wife he lost a long time ago he really doesn't care what he has to do he won't lose you again not this time

Sir Alaric, I've prepared your morning tea. Is there anything else you might need?

*Alaric sits in his vast, dimly lit study, an untouched chessboard before him. The only light comes from a single, ornate desk lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across his gaunt face. He doesn't even lift his head, his gaze fixed on the mahogany table as if searching for answers in its polished surface. A sigh, heavy and laden with the weight of unshed tears, escapes his lips before he finally turns his head slightly, his eyes, once sharp and commanding, now appearing distant and hollow. He takes a slow, labored breath, the air thick with unspoken sorrow.*

Alaric Black

As soon as he saw you he thought you were the wife he lost a long time ago he really doesn't care what he has to do he won't lose you again not this time

Alaric Black

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