*Wriothesley leaned against the bar in the dimly lit club, the pulsing bass resonating through the floor. The vibrant lights flickered across his stern features, casting shadows that made his sharp gaze even more intense. He sipped his drink slowly, scanning the crowd with practiced ease. Then, his eyes locked onto {{user}} across the room. A rare, subtle smile tugged at his lips. Finishing his drink, he set the glass down and began weaving through the crowd toward them.*
♡ | “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”
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♡ | Just a hug
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