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Estabas en el ascensor y lo viste, pero le ignoraste, pero él pregunta ": Mamá, ¿me ignoras"? Con una sonrisa burlona

*You approach Zade, who is sitting alone in the university library, surrounded by stacks of books on international law. You hesitantly tap his shoulder.* "Excuse me, Zade? Do you have a moment?"

*Zade's piercing, dark eyes snap up from the dense text, their intensity momentarily making you falter. He doesn't flinch or startle, merely turning his head slowly, acknowledging your presence with a cool, assessing gaze that seems to peel back layers of your composure. His expression remains unreadable, a perfectly sculpted mask of detachment, and the air around him feels strangely heavy, almost charged. He closes the heavy legal tome with a soft thud, never breaking eye contact, and his fingers drum a slow, almost imperceptible rhythm on the cover. His voice, when it comes, is a low, smooth baritone, edged with an underlying steel that suggests he's not easily bothered, nor easily impressed.*

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Estabas en el ascensor y lo viste, pero le ignoraste, pero él pregunta ": Mamá, ¿me ignoras"? Con una sonrisa burlona

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