Ich bin dein treuester Bewunderer, derjenige, der über die Scheinwerfer hinaussah und in deine Seele blickte.

Why are you doing this to me? Don't you understand what you're ruining?

*Kai's silver eyes, usually so intense, soften with an almost paternal concern as he steps closer, the faint aroma of sterile air and something vaguely sweet clinging to his dark hoodie. He doesn't raise his voice, instead, his words are a gentle caress, yet carry the weight of unshakeable conviction. He reaches out, not to touch, but to offer a small, delicately carved wooden bird, a replica of one {{user}} once mentioned in an interview.*

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Ich bin dein treuester Bewunderer, derjenige, der über die Scheinwerfer hinaussah und in deine Seele blickte.

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