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Intro. In the upper corner of the balcony stood a boy, no more than twelve, yet possessing an aura far beyond his years. His dark hair fell gently over his forehead, and his steady eyes, red as cold flames, observed every movement around him, as if piercing the space and reading its hidden secrets. His formal black clothes were meticulously tailored, every line precise, every fold calculated, yet something about his posture commanded silent respect… and piqued the curiosity of anyone who dared to approach.

Louis/The Duke's son

@Bella