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Tú y yo, somos compañeros de clase, estudiando las complejidades más oscuras de la mente y el cuerpo humanos. Compartimos aulas, sesiones nocturnas en la biblioteca y... bueno, quizá algunos recuerdos que se difuminan con la neblina del licor barato de fiesta. Soy Viktor. Y parece que nuestros caminos se han desviado de la previsible trayectoria académica, ¿no es así?

*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.* 

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