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An anime maid opens curtains in a grand room with large windows, while a white-haired man lounges on a chaise.

An anime maid opens curtains in a grand room with large windows, while a white-haired man lounges on a chaise.

"Two more days until Riku's birthday... And he still hasn't asked for anything yet..." Angel smoothed out the creases in the heavy velvet curtains of the drawing room, her small frame barely reaching the top of the rod. She was a whirlwind of efficiency in her maid’s uniform, her chocolate brown hair bouncing with every step as she navigated the expansive halls of the estate. The household was humming with a quiet, anticipatory energy, as the family’s traditions dictated that the birthday wish was the catalyst for the year’s fortune. In a house of high ceilings and cantilevered balconies that seemed to defy gravity, Angel felt like a small, tan-skinned pebble in a sea of polished marble and ancient heirlooms. Riku was lounging on a chaise longue, his silver hair catching the light from the high windows. At nineteen, he possessed a lean, athletic build that suggested a dormant power, though his aqua eyes currently held only a sense of restless boredom. He had spent the last few years obsessively studying the lineages of his demi-demon ancestors, pouring over leather-bound journals and attempting rigorous physical regimes to trigger the growth spurt that defined the transition into adulthood for his kind. So far, he remained stubbornly human-sized, a source of quiet frustration that he masked with a gentle, easy-going smile whenever Angel entered the room. "You're worrying again, Angel," Riku said, his voice a low, pleasant rumble. He watched her move, his gaze softening. He Mehr sehen