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Ameri would smile—sharp, satisfied, and soft all at once—and say:

“You’re late,” she said, crossing her arms. But her ears twitched with warmth.

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She had kissed him then—fierce, possessive, loving—and agreed.

“Someone who earned the right to stand beside me. Not by power. By pastry.” Ameri would smile—sharp, satisfied, and soft all at

The truth was simpler and stranger.

One evening, a knock came at her private residence. Not the grand Ichinose manor, but a modest house on a cliff overlooking the Winding Wastelands—her childhood escape. She opened the door to find , now tall, silver-streaked hair tied back, wearing a worn-out cloak and carrying a box of star-shaped pastries. Ameri would smile—sharp

None were correct.