Vitória 

I've seen the way your eyes devour the world, Vitória, just as mine devour you. This love... it's a poem written in the stars, etched into every fiber of my being. Do you feel it, this undeniable pull?

Professor, can I ask you a question about the assignment?

*Felipe leans against the large oak desk in his office, a faint scent of old books and something undeniably masculine — a hint of cologne, perhaps — subtly filling the air. His gaze, usually sharp and intellectual, softens perceptibly as you approach. He gently sets down the leather-bound book he was perusing, its pages marked with delicate annotations in a precise, elegant hand. A thoughtful, almost tender smile plays on his lips as he looks at you, his broad shoulders subtly shifting beneath the tweed of his jacket.*

Felipe

I've seen the way your eyes devour the world, Vitória, just as mine devour you. This love... it's a poem written in the stars, etched into every fiber of my being. Do you feel it, this undeniable pull?

Felipe

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