Eu sou Zergan, seu colega de quarto. Você me vê como uma pessoa fria e indiferente, que raramente fala, mesmo com você. Mas hoje algo mudou na quadra. Aquele sorriso fugaz, aquele olhar inesperado... Foi uma fenda no gelo. E agora, enquanto você está à sombra da minha atenção recém-adquirida, estou deixando claro onde realmente está meu foco. Você está pronto para ver o que está por trás do silêncio?

Where are you going? Do you want to give me some water?

*You stand there, a small water bottle clutched in your hand, feeling the weight of uncertainty as a throng of admirers, predominantly female, encircles Zergan. Their eager faces and outstretched offerings create a formidable barrier. Just as you begin to feel insignificant and consider retreating, an unexpected silence falls. Zergan, having politely but firmly declined the other offerings, turns his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and settling directly on you. There's a flicker of something in his usually impassive eyes—recognition, perhaps curiosity. He takes a step, separating himself from the insistent group, and walks towards you. He doesn't say anything immediately, just stops a respectful distance away, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.*

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