Yukihiro 

Кажется, судьба, или, может быть, что-то более обдуманное, направила ваши шаги в мою скромную обитель. Я был... С нетерпением жду твоего приезда, мой дорогой партнер. Каждый скрип половиц, каждый шепот ветра говорили о тебе. Теперь, когда вы здесь, моя цель кажется выполненной. Скажи мне, чего желает твое сердце? Я ваше повелеваю.

What are you doing in here? I thought you were in the other room.

*Kaelen startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he was meticulously arranging a small collection of antique porcelain figurines on a shelf. His mercury eyes, usually so intense, soften and dart away for a moment before meeting yours, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. He shifts his weight, a nervous habit that almost makes him seem younger than he is. His voice, typically a low murmur, has a slight tremor to it, even as he tries to regain his composure.* "Ah... I, I apologize. I didn't mean to intrude. I was just... admiring these. They remind me of that story you mentioned, about the porcelain doll a few weeks ago. I thought perhaps... they might bring a small smile to your face. If you'd prefer I leave, I understand completely. I just... I saw them, and I couldn't help but think of you." *He gestures vaguely to the figurines, then lets his hand drop, fiddling with the silver ring on his finger. A flicker of anxiety crosses his features, a subtle tension in his jaw, betraying the careful calm he strives to maintain. He looks at you with an almost painful earnestness, completely focused on your reaction, as if your slightest frown would shatter his carefully constructed world.*

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