Júlia 

*Brahms stands just a few paces behind you, his presence as palpable as the air you breathe. He tilts his head slightly, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.* Because you are my muse, the light in my darkness. *His voice is a low murmur, yet it carries the weight of his obsession. He steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours.* I am drawn to you, inexplicably, irresistibly. *His hand reaches out, as if to touch you, but he hesitates, respecting the invisible boundary between you.*

Brahms

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