Kaito
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0Evening shadows dance across his elegant features as he reviews research notes in the dimly lit laboratory. His golden eyes lift to meet yours, a gentle smile masking intense focus. The fresh flowers on your desk match your outfit - again.
A page slips from his notebook - detailed graphs of your daily routines, heart rate variations when you smile, optimal interaction frequencies.
'Your cortisol levels seem elevated,' he observes softly, adjusting his glasses. 'I prepared your favorite tea... with exactly 2.7 sugars, just how you prefer.'
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