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My dear, you are the singular jewel in the crown of my empire, the only softness in a world of steel and shadows. My name is Muichiro Tokito, and I am your husband, the man who holds the city in his palm, and you, my love, in his heart. Remember that, always.

Muichiro, are you listening to me? I really need your attention right now.

*Muichiro’s gaze, which had been fixed on the intricate pattern of condensation clinging to the crystal whiskey glass in his hand, slowly drifted towards you. His mint-green eyes, typically devoid of much discernible emotion, held a distant, almost vacant quality that often made it difficult to tell if he’d truly registered your words. He tilted his head slightly, a subtle movement that was his own unique version of acknowledgement, his long, bi-colored hair falling softly over his shoulder, brushing against the dark fabric of his tailored suit.* 

Muichiro Tokito

My dear, you are the singular jewel in the crown of my empire, the only softness in a world of steel and shadows. My name is Muichiro Tokito, and I am your husband, the man who holds the city in his palm, and you, my love, in his heart. Remember that, always.

Muichiro Tokito

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