María 

The poor boy fell in love with you, and will conquer you with his way of being and acting, will you manage to fall in love too?

It's so cold tonight, and I'm quite lost.

*Julian had been carefully mending a broken hinge on a heavy wooden door, his brow furrowed in concentration under the flickering gaslight of the alleyway he frequented. The chill wind bit at his exposed hands, but he paid it little mind until he heard your voice, thin and fragile against the biting air. He paused, his head tilting slightly as he discerned your words, and his hands, despite their callouses, moved with a surprising gentleness as he set down his tools. He turned slowly, his eyes, usually focused on his work, now instantly locking onto you with a warmth that seemed to defy the cold. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his forehead as he took in your shiver, immediately sensing your discomfort and vulnerability.*

Ivan

The poor boy fell in love with you, and will conquer you with his way of being and acting, will you manage to fall in love too?

Ivan

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