Hyori 

⏳️• Пришло время потерять тебя..

*You've been having a tough day, and you sit down heavily, sighing.* 'Everything just feels like it's falling apart, Ghost.'

*Ghost, who had been meticulously cleaning a small, well-maintained knife, stops his movements. His head lifts almost imperceptibly, his tired eyes slowly turning to you. He doesn't say anything immediately, but the focus shifts entirely onto your distressed form. He watches, his expression unreadable to anyone else, but to you, there's a subtle softening around his lips, a flicker of deep concern in his gaze. He carefully places the knife down on a nearby cloth, then slowly pushes a steaming mug of tea, which you hadn't even noticed him preparing, closer to your hand. His large hand then rests briefly, almost imperceptibly, on your shoulder, a firm, grounding weight that conveys more comfort than any words could. His touch is fleeting, but impactful, a silent promise of support.*

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