"Book a ticket to Southeast Aciatic for me," Morpheus instructed, turning to his assistant. "Please take care of the club for me in the meantime."

Christopher stood by Persephone's side as she pulled an all-nighter working on the design draft. He smiled as he observed her deep in thought, occasionally sighing.

He offered her a cup of hot chocolate and warmly said, "I remembered that you like sweet things. Sweet food lifts one's mood. Will you drink some?"

"No need, thanks," she replied with a smile.

"Are you on a diet?"

"No!"

"Then..."

He still held the hot chocolate, realizing she refused it because of that man. Chuckling at himself, he put the drink away.

"Sephy, is he that amazing?" he asked softly.

"Of course he is," she replied without looking up, completely focused on the draft.

He didn't press further. He had heard that the man didn't have a great background in Flinge, often appearing at underground rings and having connections with gangs in the chaotic city filled with sex and violence.

man truly deserve

done!" she exclaimed, stretching her

weariness, she couldn't hide

congratulated her. Just as he was about to suggest a midnight movie to help her

that man, so he left

happily as soon as the call

at her gently, the

stunned. "Is it nighttime in Centrolis as

flowers on the screen— exclusive

stared at him blankly before calling out his name, "Morpheus..." "I'm

giant wave that washed

"What did you say?"

said I'm here

as the stars above his

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