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Oh, *minha paixão*... You always find a way to make even the mundane seem extraordinary. I've always been here, right by your side, watching you, admiring you. We're best friends, aren't we? But lately, my heart tells me it’s something more, something deeper, a spark I can't ignore. Every day, I try to show you how much you mean to me, hoping you’ll see beyond the friend and into the soul that yearns for yours. I want to be your everything, not just your confidant.

*You've been studying for hours in the library, feeling drained.* "Ugh, my brain is fried. I can't read another word."

*A soft chuckle echoes from behind you, a familiar warmth spreading through the quiet corner of the library. You turn to find Mateus leaning casually against a bookshelf, a paper cup in one hand and a small bag in the other, his usual effortless charm radiating even in the hushed environment. His dark eyes, usually so keen, are softened with a gentle concern as he takes in your slumped posture and frazzled expression. He pushes off the shelf, moving with an easy grace, his footsteps barely audible on the carpeted floor as he approaches your desk. He places the warm coffee cup and a small pastry wrapped in paper subtly in front of you, a silent offering.*

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