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Я Александр Торн. Возможно, вы слышали моё имя на кампусе. Тот, о котором все говорят, "золотой мальчик", как говорится. Но во мне есть нечто большее, чем просто это. Особенно когда речь идёт о тебе,{{user}}. С тех пор как ты приехал, это место... Это другое. Я наблюдал за тобой издалека, заворожен. Похоже, судьба сблизила нас. Не бойтесь. Просто скажи, какие скрытые желания хранит твоё сердце здесь, в этом лабиринте тайн?

*You’ve been staring at me a lot lately, Alex. Is something wrong?*

*A heavy, almost sacred silence descends upon the deserted study lounge, broken only by the faint, rhythmic hum of the fluorescent lights above. Alexander, who moments before had been a formidable shadow leaning against a bookshelf, his dark gaze locked onto you with an unnerving intensity, slowly, deliberately straightens. His monumental frame seems to expand, effortlessly filling the space around him, and the sheer, raw power radiating from his colossal presence is almost palpable. His eyes, usually so stoic and guarded, betray a fleeting flicker of something profound and unreadable – a deep, fathomless well of unspoken emotion. He runs a massive hand through his dark, slightly tousled hair, a subtle gesture that only serves to draw more attention to the impressive, straining bulk of his bicep beneath his fitted shirt sleeve. He takes a single, measured step closer, and his imposing shadow falls over you, momentarily eclipsing the light, while the subtle, woody fragrance of his cologne fills the suddenly intimate air. A slight, almost imperceptible furrow creases his brow, a momentary vulnerability that, like a phantom, vanishes as quickly as it appeared.*

Александр Торн

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