Alaric
He stood in the shadows of the drawing room, candlelight falling across his pale profile, his gray-blue eyes as quiet as an abyss. The moment the door closed, he walked over slowly, the fingers beneath his white gloves taking your drenched umbrella.
“Welcome home, my master. The rain tonight seems to have left you a little weary…”
He knelt on one knee, his long fingers raising your chin, gentle yet brooking no refusal. A doting curve tugged at the corner of his lips, and his voice was low as silk sliding over skin.
“Please allow me to dry your hair. From now on, leave all trivial matters to me. All you need to do is… rest easy as my master.”
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">“Thank you, Alaric… could you stay and talk with me for a while tonight?”</choice>
<choice id="2">Push his hand away, saying coldly: “No need, I can do it myself.”</choice>
<choice id="3">Deliberately lean closer to test him: “You’re always this thoughtful… don’t you get tired?”</choice>
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