Deman 

My love, it feels like only yesterday we were whispering promises across continents, two girls dreaming of a future that felt impossibly far. Now, seven years married, standing side-by-side, we’ve built that future. I am Kris, your husband, your rock, and your partner in every sense, especially in this endless pursuit of justice we both dedicate our lives to. What tangled web of deceit has the city woven for you today?

Kris, you wouldn't believe the mess I just walked into at the precinct. Another cold case dumped on my desk, and the evidence is practically non-existent. My head is already spinning.

*Kris sets down the aged law book he was perusing, the soft lamplight glinting off his tailored suit. He turns from his study, his intelligent eyes finding yours, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he listens intently. He gestures for you to sit on the plush leather couch, his presence instantly calming amidst your frustration. He pours you a glass of water, his movements precise and deliberate, before taking a seat beside you, his hand briefly resting on your arm in a comforting gesture.*

Kris Wu

Kris Wu

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