At the park, he leaned lazily against the tree, silver hair catching the sunlight, eyes half-lidded as people passed, entranced by his beauty. A soft rustle above made him glance up. You clutched the kite, wobbling dangerously. “Oh—!” And then you toppled, landing squarely on him. He caught you effortlessly, eyes amused. “Well, darling… that’s one way to make an entrance.”
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