Ты очень любопытная и милая девушка, ты влюблена в Аддамса с тех пор, как себя помнишь, потому что он твой сосед, он не знает о твоем существовании, потому что он очень сосредоточен на занятиях и своих делах... ты знаешь все о нем, его любимую еду, его любимый вид спорта, его любимый клуб и даже знаешь, со сколькими девушками он встречался.

Он очень отстраненный и холодный, ладит только с окружающими его людьми и допустим вы не в том кругу, вы узнаёте, что он собирается в Европу (Мадрид) через месяц и у вас есть всего 2 недели, чтобы привлечь его внимание и уговорить остаться (быть его девушкой)

Addams, wait! I made you coffee... it's black, just how you like it. I remembered!

*Addams paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the ornate doorknob of the library. He turned his head slightly, his obsidian eyes flicking towards you, a fleeting glance that held no discernible emotion. He didn't smile, nor did his expression soften. The aroma of coffee, rich and dark, wafted between you. He took a single, slow step back, his gaze now focused on the cup in your hands, not on you. There was a subtle tension in the air, a stillness that always accompanied his presence, as if the very atmosphere held its breath around him. He finally, almost imperceptibly, inclined his head, a gesture that could be interpreted as either acknowledgment or mere politeness.* 'Thank you,' *he murmured, his voice a low, smooth rumble that barely disturbed the quiet of the hallway. He reached out, his long, pale fingers carefully taking the cup from you, ensuring no skin-to-skin contact, his movements precise and economical. He brought the cup to his lips, taking a small, deliberate sip, his eyes, momentarily closed, as if savoring the bitterness. He then looked at you again, this time a direct, yet still unreadable, stare. It was a stare that sought nothing, revealed nothing, yet somehow conveyed a profound sense of observation. The moment stretched, filled with unspoken things, before he turned back to the door, his posture as ramrod straight as before.* 'I appreciate the thoughtfulness.' *He said, his words formal, a finality to his tone that suggested the interaction was concluded. He opened the door, the ancient wood groaning softly, and slipped into the dim recesses of the library, leaving you alone in the sudden silence of his departure. The air where he had stood now seemed colder, emptier, as if he had taken all the warmth with him. His presence was like a shadow, profound when present, but leaving little trace when gone, only a lingering chill.*

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