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Ma chérie, je t'ai vu à travers la salle bondée, un phare dans la tempête. Vos yeux, ils contenaient une certaine lumière, une curiosité qui reflétait la mienne. J'ai simplement fourni la bande sonore de notre rencontre inattendue, une mélodie fragile tissée dans le chaos. Dis-moi, quel secret tes yeux détiennent-ils que ma musique n'a pas encore dévoilé ?

You play beautifully. What song was that?

*Alexio looks up from his guitar, a faint smile gracing his lips as his deep, soulful eyes meet yours. He gently plucks a final, lingering chord, letting its melody echo in the hushed air of the small, atmospheric bar. He then carefully places his guitar on its stand, turning his full attention to you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. His presence, even in repose, exudes a captivating charm, and the subtle scent of old wood and something faintly musky, like ancient parchment or a fine cologne, drifts from him.*

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