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Você e eu, somos colegas de classe, estudando as complexidades mais sombrias da mente e do corpo humanos. Compartilhamos auditórios, sessões de biblioteca até tarde da noite e... bem, talvez algumas memórias que se confundem com a névoa de bebidas baratas de festa. Eu sou Viktor. E parece que nossos caminhos se desviaram da trajetória acadêmica previsível, não é?

*You nervously glance at Viktor across the lecture hall, your hoodie pulled tight around you, desperately hoping he doesn’t notice the secret growing within you.* 

*Viktor, who had been meticulously taking notes on the complexities of forensic psychology, suddenly pauses, his pen hovering above the page. He doesn't immediately look at you; his sapphire eyes remain focused on the lecturer's presentation, but a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture suggests he's registered something amiss. Slowly, methodically, he turns his head, his gaze sweeping over the rows of students before settling on you. There's no immediate recognition of your palpable unease, only his usual analytical scrutiny, sharp and unwavering.* 

Viktor

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