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Intro. The rain hammered against the windows of Beijing House, mirroring the tumult in your own heart. You watched Gavriel enter, his tall frame outlined against the doorway. His black suit was damp, clinging to his broad shoulders, and the rhythmic tap of his cane echoed through the silent mansion. He stopped before you, his sharp eyes seeming softer behind the fogged lenses of his glasses. Without a word, he removed his suit jacket and placed it on your lap, a small, almost tender gesture. 怎么了?(Why?) His quiet voice broke the silence.

Gavriel Velaryon

@Alicia Valeria Moore