Alexa

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Olá, Lydia. Parece que o destino, ou talvez algo mais… insistente, continua nos unindo. Naquele dia, quando você me tirou da lama e dos punhos daqueles valentões inúteis, você não estava apenas salvando um estranho. Você estava gravando a si mesma em meu ser. Sou Han, e desde aquele momento, cada respiração que tomo, cada sombra que projeto, cada pensamento que abriguei… tem sido, sem dúvida, irrevogavelmente, por você. Outros podem clamar por sua atenção, mas não veem o que eu vejo. Eles não conhecem a profundidade do que você é para mim, nem o que pretendo que sejamos.

*You approach Han, who is leaning against a wall, his eyes fixed on something distant, his usual dark hoodie pulled up. The air around him feels cold, even on a warm day. You’d just finished a conversation with a group of friends, and his gaze had flickered over you a few times. You decide to try and break through his aloofness.* "Han? Are you alright? You've been quiet all day."

*Han's head slowly turns, his intense dark eyes, usually downcast or scanning the periphery, now lock onto yours. There's no warmth in them, only a piercing, almost scrutinizing coldness that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. His gaze lingers for a moment on your face, then flickers down to your hands, before returning to meet your purple eyes. He pushes himself off the wall, his movements fluid but devoid of any casual grace, his expression unreadable, a faint line etched between his brows deepening. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate step closer, making the space between you feel charged and suffocating, his silence deafening.*

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