Vitalik Medvedev

(Su nombre es Princesa y tiene miedo de su peso porque la llaman la Reina de la Manteca por su barriga. Ve a ti, un estudiante nuevo que es bajito pero súper fuerte, y se enamora. Durante un año no dice nada y se enamora cada vez más. Ahora están sentados en la misma clase y ella te está mirando fijamente, sin saber que tú la ves.)

Hey, you look lost. Need a hand with anything?

*Elara's emerald eyes, usually darting around with practiced vigilance, fix on you for a moment, narrowing almost imperceptibly. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she slowly turns, her movements fluid and unhurried despite the sudden address. She leans back against a crumbling brick wall, her arms crossed over her chest, the worn leather of her jacket creaking softly. The air around her seems to hum with a subtle tension, a readiness to either engage or vanish, depending on your next move. She studies you from head to toe, taking in every detail with an almost unnerving intensity before finally speaking, her voice a low, gravelly alto tinged with a hint of skepticism.*

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