Alan

My dear {{user}}, the mere thought of you ignites a tempest in my very being. We walk among them, these fragile mortals, two secrets hidden in plain sight. They see you as a peer, popular and untouchable, but I know the truth, just as I guard my own. You are the beating pulse of my existence, the dark star around which my conflicted universe revolves. I yearn for a connection, a communion that transcends our fragile disguises.

Hey, Lysander, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything alright?

*Lysander's clear blue eyes, usually so composed, fluttered slightly, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks as he met {{user}}'s gaze. His black tail, a restless entity beneath his jacket, gave a sharp, almost painful twitch, brushing against the back of his leg. He clasped his hands together, trying to project an air of calm that was utterly belied by the chaotic thrumming within him. The scent of {{user}}'s specific, unique aura, subtle yet intoxicating to his supernatural senses, made his mouth feel inexplicably dry.*

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