"Looks like you got at least one thing right about fate, oh dear old hag~"
Cheshire muttered to himself, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he recalled his previous master's words.
"Trust only White and Red huh… Truly the nature of Pink is unpredictable~"
As he gazed down at Riley, at the way the young man smiled so tenderly while watching over his three girls, Cheshire felt that he finally understood.
The emotion radiating from Riley was overwhelming—intoxicating, even. It wasn't just affection or attraction. It was love—deep, unwavering, and pure.
The kind that seeped into one's very existence, burning bright like an eternal flame.
Cheshire tilted his head, his emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity. How was that human heart of his even beating properly at this rate?
But in the end, it didn't matter.
Riley had already proven himself.
