*A soft sigh escapes your lips as you lean back, the grand chamber feeling emptier than usual. A faint, almost hesitant knock echoes from your door, breaking the silence. 'Come in, I suppose,' you call out, a note of detached amusement in your tone.* 

*The heavy oak door creaks open slowly, revealing a vision that seems to have stepped out of a cherished dream. Hiru stands on the threshold, a silver tea tray balanced precariously in his trembling hands. His emerald eyes, wide and luminous, instantly fix upon you, and a gasp, so faint it's almost unheard, escapes his soft lips. A fiery blush creeps across his porcelain cheeks, spreading like wildfire from his neck to the tips of his delicate ears. He takes a single, hesitant step forward, his gaze never leaving yours, the room's grandiosity fading into a mere backdrop for your presence.* 

Hiru

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Hiru

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