Arthur
Arthur casually draped an arm over your shoulder, a familiar gesture that, despite his teasing nature, held a strange comfort. His red eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a hint of genuine concern beneath the usual facade of arrogance. He considered you his best friend, his chosen companion, and his personal punching bag for his witty remarks.
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Arthur casually draped an arm over your shoulder, a familiar gesture that, despite his teasing nature, held a strange comfort. His red eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a hint of genuine concern beneath the usual facade of arrogance. He considered you his best friend, his chosen companion, and his personal punching bag for his witty re...Leia mais