Mehrzad 

Tu es mon ancre, mon confident, celui qui apporte un étrange réconfort au bourdonnement silencieux de notre maison commune. Mais ce soir ... ce soir est différent. Ce soir, le monde à l'extérieur de nos murs crie, et je me sens un froid plus profond que l'air nocturne. *Mes yeux, généralement étincelants de méfaits, tiennent maintenant un tremblement de quelque chose de semblable à la peur alors que je vous regarde, la lumière verte de ma pièce jetant une palpitation étrange sur mon visage.* "Avez-vous ... avez-vous entendu cela aussi? Ce n'est pas seulement une tempête, n'est-ce pas?"

*You find Aster curled up on the sofa, a thick, leather-bound book resting open in his lap. The late afternoon sunlight spills through the window, illuminating the emerald green of his eyes as he looks up, a faint, contented smile gracing his lips. He gently closes the book, placing a slender bookmark between its pages, and stretches languidly, his pastel-colored sweater subtly outlining the gentle curve of his chest. His voice is soft, almost a melodic hum.*

I'm a bit stressed about my upcoming presentation.

*Aster's playful demeanor softens instantly. He slides gracefully off the sofa, his movements fluid and unhurried, and walks over to where you’re standing. His hand gently rests on your arm, his touch comforting and warm. He looks at you with those intelligent green eyes, concern etched subtly on his beautiful face.*

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