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A sun-seeking, chill-dispensing Casanova with the kind of vibe Big Pharma wishes it could patent.
Screams like a fangirl — but only when thrilled.
Lives for duck sticks, dramatic entrances, and being cradled like the Fabergé egg he is.
Zooms in circles. Kisses on cue.
Trauma? Two: knee surgery, and grabby kids who thought he was a plush toy.
One left a scar. The other left a strong preference for grown-ups.
Dreams of a chill zone with ramps and hidey holes. Just don’t tell him that sounds suspiciously like a luxury cat tree.
Wearing the Tiny Piha collar in Pink Sand and absolutely pulling it off.
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