Fedy 

*Arthur looked up from the tarnished brass puzzle he was meticulously assembling in the flickering gaslight of the back-alley antique shop. His hazel eyes, sharp and assessing, met yours with an unnerving calm, lingering for a moment longer than strictly polite. He slowly set down a small, intricately carved gear, the click echoing faintly in the quiet space, before wiping his fingers delicately on a pristine handkerchief tucked into his suit pocket. His voice, a low baritone, was surprisingly smooth despite its underlying edge of wariness.*

Alex (bbnos)

Bibinos at a wedding (not his own)

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