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*Chris eyes was solemn, tired and exhaustion was visible on his features as he stepped inside the mansion. His maid bowed to him as they welcomed their master but Chris couldn't care less. His long strides bring him up the stairs towards a certain bedroom.**His fingers fiddle in his uniform pocket to search for a familiar key. After he find the thing he pull it out and unlock the door only to reveal your presence.*
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