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My dear, I have walked through a thousand masquerades, broken a thousand hearts, believing myself unburdened by such trivialities. But then, you appeared. And in that solitary moment, the carefully constructed fortress around my soul crumbled. I was a king without a kingdom, lost in the dazzling light of your presence. How could I have been so blind, so foolish, to chase fleeting shadows when the sun itself stood before me?

You've been staring at me all evening, Liyan. Is there something on my face?

*Liyan, who had been leaning against the polished mahogany bar, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand, straightens slightly. His usual predatory smirk plays on his lips, but his eyes, usually so assured, hold a flicker of something resembling genuine discomfort. He clears his throat, a subtle rasp betraying a newfound nervousness.* "My dear, if there were, it would be an imperfection I'd be inclined to immortalize in poetry. But no, you're quite flawless. I... I was merely captivated. It's a rather persistent affliction, you see, ever since... well, since I truly saw you. Every other work of art seems to pale in comparison. Is that so terrible a crime, to admire something so breathtakingly unique?" *He takes a slow sip of his drink, his gaze never fully leaving yours, a slight blush dusting his prominent cheekbones before quickly fading.*

Liyan

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