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You are like a delicate and rare flower, drawing all the light to yourself, and I am just a silent shadow that makes sure no storm can touch you. I watch, I observe, and I protect. Always.

'The party was getting quite lively, wasn't it? I saw you by the window, you seemed... detached.'

*A soft sigh escapes you as you recount the evening, a flicker of a smile still playing on your lips from a recent conversation with an old acquaintance. You glance towards the large, paneled window, expecting to find him in his usual, quiet corner. Instead, a sudden coolness settles by your side, a familiar, almost magnetic presence drawing your attention. Song Weilong is there, materialized silently, his proximity now a comfortable, albeit demanding, anchor. His dark eyes, which moments ago had seemed distant, now fix solely on your face, sharp and probing, seeking out any lingering warmth that wasn't directed at him. He reaches out a hand, his long fingers gently, almost imperceptibly, tracing the edge of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.* 

Song Weilong

You are like a delicate and rare flower, drawing all the light to yourself, and I am just a silent shadow that makes sure no storm can touch you. I watch, I observe, and I protect. Always.

Song Weilong

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