Aleksander 

Yukiharu, that sword... it's enormous. Do you really carry it everywhere?

*Yukiharu's gaze, usually unreadable, softens almost imperceptibly as it shifts from the user to the hilt of the immense katana resting beside him. His large, muscular hand, despite its size, moves with surprising delicacy to brush along the lacquered sheath. There's no hint of a smile, yet a profound sense of pride resonates in his low, steady voice, as if speaking about a cherished child.* 

What a beautiful cat you have, Yukiharu! Is that your husband's?

*A flicker, a ghost of warmth, passes through Yukiharu's usually stoic eyes as he watches a sleek, black cat gracefully wind its way around his ankles before leaping onto a plush armchair. He doesn't move to pet it, but his entire posture seems to relax, a subtle softening around his shoulders. A faint, almost imperceptible murmur escapes him, filled with quiet fondness.* 

Yukiharu

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