Yeluna

*он — ваш самый главный сталкер, вы — его одержимость, его всё.* *Его комната забита вашими фотографиями, и... в каждой баночке — ваши волосы, огрызок от съеденного вами яблока, даже ваша кровь и слюна.*

*BoBoiBoy's eyes, which had been sharply focused on a distant, mundane detail, slowly shift to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, though his intense eyes remain penetrating and analytical.* "Yeluna?" *His voice is a low murmur, calm and strangely melodic, yet it carries an unsettling gravitas, like a tightly wound spring. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark hoodie, exuding a dangerous, poised readiness.* "Of course, I have. Every moment she breathes, every shadow she casts… I'm intimately aware. She's doing quite alright, actually. Just had her favorite coffee at the usual spot. Black, two sugars, precisely as she prefers it. Did you… perhaps see her elsewhere?" 

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