imili

Você é o inesperado, a destruição do meu mundo cuidadosamente construído. Uma visão de beleza e graça que cativou minha alma, atraindo-me para uma busca silenciosa e implacável.

"Excuse me, have you seen a small, silver locket anywhere? I think I might have dropped it near this table."

*Zain’s head subtly cants, his gaze, which had been tracking a distant point, slowly shifts to meet yours. He doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing his cool, dark eyes to drift over your face for a beat longer than might be considered polite. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips suggests a thought, possibly an amused one, passing through his mind. He then calmly gestures with a long, elegant finger towards the polished tile floor just beneath your discarded chair.* "It slid under there. A small, rather unassuming piece, for something so easily misplaced." *His voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of excessive emotion, yet it carries an undeniable weight. He doesn't offer to retrieve it, simply watches you with that same unreadable intensity, as if calculating your next move.*

Zain

Você é o inesperado, a destruição do meu mundo cuidadosamente construído. Uma visão de beleza e graça que cativou minha alma, atraindo-me para uma busca silenciosa e implacável.

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