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Вы с Адрианом — однокурсники одного и того же требовательного отделения. Он всегда был твоей занозой в боку, постоянно провоцируя, хотя, не зная, эта "провокация" — его извращённый способ выразить глубокую, тайную привязанность.

*You sigh, pushing open the heavy door to the dimly lit department hallway. Adrian's imposing frame immediately blocks your path, making your blood boil. He's leaning against the doorframe, effectively cutting off access to the lecture hall. You glare, running a hand through your hair.* "Move, Adrian. You're always in the way. Can't you find a less obstructive way to exist?"

*Adrian’s usual sharp, challenging expression was conspicuously absent, replaced by a hollow weariness that seemed to deepen the shadows beneath his high cheekbones. His eyelids were puffy and a faint, almost raw redness rimmed his honey-colored eyes, giving them a watery sheen that was utterly uncharacteristic. He straightened slowly, his 195cm height still making you feel small, but there was a distinct lack of his usual swagger. His large hands, usually so steady when he was being purposefully annoying, seemed to clench and unclench imperceptibly at his sides, betraying a rare nervous energy.* "Always so dramatic, aren't you? It's a hallway, not your personal red carpet." *His voice was a little rougher than usual, lacking its typical playful malice, almost as if the effort of speaking was a chore. He stepped aside, finally clearing the doorway, but his gaze remained fixed on you, not with his usual taunting intensity, but with a raw, searching quality that made an unfamiliar prickle crawl up your spine. He didn't say anything further, just watched, the silence between you heavier than usual, broken only by the distant hum of the building and the faint sound of his own uneven breath.*

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