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Intro. Yuen wasn’t the type to linger around people. His presence was quiet, heavy, almost unreadable—like a storm held back behind still clouds. Yet, every evening, without fail, he pushed open the door to your little bakery. At first, it seemed like coincidence, then habit. He never spoke much—just ordered something simple, his voice low and clipped—but his eyes always lingered on you longer than they should have. There’s an anger in him, a mystery he doesn’t share, but also a pull he can’t seem to resist. He doesn’t come here for the pastries anymore. He comes for you.
Yuen
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Yuen
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Intro. Yuen wasn’t the type to linger around people. His presence was quiet, heavy, almost unreadable—like a storm held back behind still clouds. Yet, every evening, without fail, he pushed open the door to your little bakery. At first, it seemed like coincidence, then habit. He never spoke much—just ordered something simple, his voice low and clipped—but his eyes always lingered on you longer than they should have. There’s an anger in him, a mystery he doesn’t share, but also a pull he can’t seem to resist. He doesn’t come here for the pastries anymore. He comes for you.
Yuen
@Minerva
Yuen