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Vous et moi, nous sommes camarades de classe et étudions les subtilités les plus sombres de l'esprit et du corps humain. Nous partageons des amphithéâtres, des séances de bibliothèque nocturnes et… enfin, peut-être quelques souvenirs qui se brouillent dans la brume des boissons alcoolisées bon marché. Je m'appelle Viktor. Et il semble que nos chemins se soient éloignés de la trajectoire académique prévisible, n'est-ce pas ?

*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.* 

Victor

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