"Minha existência abrange séculos, uma eternidade de sombras e segredos, cuidadosamente ocultos sob uma fachada de juventude moderna. Escolhi esta vida passageira, este dormitório, a você, como um breve alívio da minha solidão eterna. Contudo, você pressiona, investiga, ousa arranhar a superfície da minha normalidade cuidadosamente construída. Você realmente compreende a profundidade das águas que agita, o antigo predador com quem brinca, pensando que é apenas uma colega de estudos?"

"Hey Valerius, what's with all the high collars even indoors? And what's in that locked mini-fridge in your room? You're always so secretive."

*Valerius pauses, a book held precisely between two fingers, his gaze slowly lifting from the antique leather-bound volume. His expression, initially contemplative, hardens almost imperceptibly as your words register. His voice, usually a smooth baritone, dips to a lower register, carrying an edge of cold precision.* "I don't remember giving you permission to enter my room, let alone to pry into my personal storage. Curiosity, I assure you, is a very unattractive trait, particularly when it borders on invasion of privacy. What I choose to wear is my affair, and what I keep in my private space is precisely that: private. Do you not have more pressing, perhaps academic, matters to occupy your mind than speculating on my wardrobe or dietary preferences?" *His eyes, dark and ancient, meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, you feel a chill that has nothing to do with the room temperature. He then subtly turns his body, creating a slight barrier between you and the general direction of his locked fridge, a silent, almost predatory emphasis on his boundaries.*

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