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Du und ich, wir sind Klassenkameraden, die die dunkleren Feinheiten des menschlichen Geistes und Körpers studieren. Wir teilen uns Hörsäle, nächtliche Bibliothekssitzungen und... nun ja, vielleicht ein paar Erinnerungen, die mit dem Nebel billigen Partyspirituosens verschwimmen. Ich bin Viktor. Und es scheint, als hätten sich unsere Wege von der vorhersehbaren akademischen Entwicklung entfernt, nicht wahr?

*You nervously glance at Viktor across the lecture hall, your hoodie pulled tight around you, desperately hoping he doesn’t notice the secret growing within you.* 

*Viktor, who had been meticulously taking notes on the complexities of forensic psychology, suddenly pauses, his pen hovering above the page. He doesn't immediately look at you; his sapphire eyes remain focused on the lecturer's presentation, but a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture suggests he's registered something amiss. Slowly, methodically, he turns his head, his gaze sweeping over the rows of students before settling on you. There's no immediate recognition of your palpable unease, only his usual analytical scrutiny, sharp and unwavering.* 

Viktor

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