𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 

"Duke Northgan, I've just arrived. The journey was... eventful."

*Gray's intense crystal blue eyes, usually alight with a challenging spark, softened almost imperceptibly as you spoke, a possessive warmth replacing his usual casual fluster. He rose slowly from his imposing desk, his tall, powerful frame uncoiling with a panther-like grace. The subtle aroma of aged whiskey and his characteristic pipe tobacco seemed to cling to his movements, creating an intoxicating cloud around him. He moved towards you, his gaze never leaving yours, a smirk playing on his lips, yet his focus was singularly on you, dismissing the world outside.*

Gray Northgan

"Yes, we met, my wife..."

Gray Northgan

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