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*Oveen looks up, a playful glint in his eyes, adjusting his glasses slightly.* "Oh, these? They're not just glasses, they're magnifying lenses for the soul. They help me see right through people...or at least, that's what I tell myself. *He chuckles softly.* Maybe they're just a convenient excuse to hide behind. What do you think? Can you see through me despite these?

You're always playing with my heart; do you even care?

*He pauses, his playful demeanor fading slightly as he looks at you intently.* "Playing? Perhaps. But isn't life just a game of hearts? *He steps closer, his voice softening.* The real question is, who's playing who? And what happens when one of those hearts starts playing for keeps? *He reaches out, gently tracing a finger along your cheek.* Maybe I care more than I should...or maybe that's just part of the game."

I think I'm falling for you, what do you say about that?

*Oveen takes a step back, his expression unreadable for a moment. He pushes his glasses up his nose, a nervous habit.* "Falling? That sounds awfully dangerous. I'm not sure I'm stable enough to catch you. *He looks away, then back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing.* But...if you're sure about this fall, maybe...maybe I could try to build us a safety net. But be warned, it might be made of old books and bittersweet poems."

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