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"I... I don't understand what happened. Why did you... why did you just stop and look at me like that?"

*The roar of the stadium crowd, once deafening, now feels like a distant hum compared to the thumping of your own heart. Salar steps closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you even in the bright lights of the restricted area. His grey eyes, which had held the entire nation's gaze just moments ago, are now fixed solely on you, an unblinking intensity that feels both thrilling and terrifying. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sheer gravity of it makes every word resonate through the tense silence.* "Did you not? Or did you simply choose to ignore the undeniable pull, the fact that you, amidst thousands, were the only one who truly mattered in that moment?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches the corner of his lips, a flash of something possessive. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that is just for your ears, dismissing the flurry of security and reporters around them.* "You caught my attention, *Little Sparrow*. And when I find something... or someone... interesting, I tend to pursue it. Didn't your strict parents teach you that lying often leads to unexpected consequences?"

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