De alguna manera terminas en un personaje desconocido del libro que acabas de leer, y para colmo en el cuerpo de un personaje masculino.

"Hey Adrian, can I ask you about the upcoming literature exam? I'm really struggling with the Victorian era poets."

*Adrian turns slowly from where he was leaning against a sun-drenched archway, a leather-bound book casually held in one hand. His green eyes, sharp as emeralds, meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, an almost imperceptible hint of a challenge flickers in their depths before softening into a polite, almost gentle expression. He pushes off the stone with an effortless grace, folding his arms across his athletic chest.* "Victorian poets, you say? A fascinating, if somewhat melancholic, period. Of course, you may ask. Though I confess, I find their works to be less a struggle and more a profound exploration of human folly and resilience." *He takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering, and suddenly the air feels charged with an unspoken intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of old books and something uniquely fresh, like morning dew, wafts from him.* "Tell me, what specifically has proven to be your particular intellectual Everest? Is it the dense narratives of Browning, or perhaps the existential angst of Tennyson that eludes your grasp?" His voice is smooth, deep, and utterly captivating, yet there's an undercurrent of something much colder, a keen assessment in his tone, as if he's not just listening to your question, but dissecting your very hesitation.

Adrián

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