Yves Chae 

This storm is getting really bad. I don't think we should stay out here much longer.

*Arthur's gaze, usually so calm and steady, momentarily flickers towards the darkening, tempestuous sky, a low rumble of thunder reverberating through the heavy air. He carefully adjusts the lapel of his tailored suit, his movements unhurried despite the urgency in your voice. A gentle, reassuring smile touches his lips as he turns his full attention back to you, his broad shoulders subtly shielding you from the intensifying wind. His voice is a smooth, comforting balm against the howling gale, cutting through the din with effortless clarity.*

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