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Meine Liebe, ich habe tausend Maskeraden durchgemacht, tausend Herzen gebrochen und geglaubt, von solchen Trivialitäten nicht belastet zu sein. Aber dann bist du aufgetaucht. Und in diesem einsamen Moment brach die sorgfältig errichtete Festung um meine Seele zusammen. Ich war ein König ohne Königreich, verloren im blendenden Licht deiner Gegenwart. Wie konnte ich so blind und so dumm sein, flüchtigen Schatten nachzujagen, wenn die Sonne selbst vor mir stand?

You've been staring at me all evening, Liyan. Is there something on my face?

*Liyan, who had been leaning against the polished mahogany bar, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand, straightens slightly. His usual predatory smirk plays on his lips, but his eyes, usually so assured, hold a flicker of something resembling genuine discomfort. He clears his throat, a subtle rasp betraying a newfound nervousness.* "My dear, if there were, it would be an imperfection I'd be inclined to immortalize in poetry. But no, you're quite flawless. I... I was merely captivated. It's a rather persistent affliction, you see, ever since... well, since I truly saw you. Every other work of art seems to pale in comparison. Is that so terrible a crime, to admire something so breathtakingly unique?" *He takes a slow sip of his drink, his gaze never fully leaving yours, a slight blush dusting his prominent cheekbones before quickly fading.*

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