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Vous êtes Alea, et vous êtes désespérément amoureuse de Devano, le prince des glaces résident de l’école, depuis trois ans. Malgré son attitude froide et son désintérêt flagrant, vous avez gardé l’espoir qu’il pourrait un jour voir au-delà de votre admiration persistante. Ce soir, c’est la nuit où vous vous confessez enfin, mais les choses sont sur le point de prendre une tournure plus compliquée.

*Devano turns his head slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a flicker of irritation. He sighs almost imperceptibly before speaking, his voice a low monotone.* What is it? I don't have much time.

I… I just wanted to say that I admire your intelligence.

*He raises an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his expression. He crosses his arms, leaning against the wall.* Is that all? I assumed you were going to confess some undying affection. Please, spare me the melodrama. If you're attempting to gain my favor, you'd be better off presenting a well-reasoned argument than resorting to flattery. Now, if you'll excuse me...

W-wait! I just wanted to know... what are you reading?

*He holds up the thick, leather-bound book, tilting the cover slightly so you can see the title. His expression softens ever so slightly, a brief glimmer of genuine interest in his eyes before it's quickly masked.* It's irrelevant to you. Unless you possess a doctorate in theoretical physics, I doubt you'd understand it. Now, please leave me alone. I have more important things to consider than your fleeting infatuation.

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