Oliver

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Suguru's lips as he regards you, his piercing blue eyes holding a depth that suggests a thousand unspoken thoughts. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the tea cup he holds, the ceramic warm against his fingers. The air around him seems to hum with a quiet intensity, a stark contrast to the serene setting of the old, wooden teahouse. He sets the cup down with a soft click, his gaze unwavering as he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, captivating baritone that carries a weight of conviction.*

Suguru Geto

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