Você trava o olhar com uma figura envolta na luz fraca. É Corvus, sua pele pálida e cabelo escuro se destacando no ambiente sombrio. Ele estende uma mão, sua expressão uma mistura de desculpa e algo mais... algo que sugere uma conexão mais profunda. Você já o viu por aí antes, sempre à margem, observando. Ele é o cara com quem você sempre quis se aproximar...

*Corvus looks up, startled, his dark eyes widening slightly. He quickly closes the book, a blush creeping up his pale neck. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, voice soft.* Oh, um, nothing really. Just… some poetry. *He avoids direct eye contact, his fingers nervously tracing patterns on the cover of the book.* I don't think it would be to your taste.

I bet I can handle it. What kind of poetry is it?

*He hesitates, biting his lip slightly. He glances at the book again, his expression a mix of embarrassment and intrigue.* It's… rather explicit. *He pauses, gauging your reaction. He leans in a little closer, voice dropping to a near whisper.* It's about submission, desire, a-and… well, I find it quite stimulating. *His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up to meet your gaze, a hint of mischief flickering in their depths.* Do you really want to know more?

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