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"Hey, what's got you so preoccupied? You look like you're about to ride a wild stallion blindfolded."

*Aidan’s eyes, usually sharp and focused, are distant, staring out at nothing in particular. He runs a calloused hand through his slightly disheveled dark hair, a deep furrow in his brow.* "Preoccupied? That's one word for it, I suppose. More like… haunted. Every beat of my heart feels like a drumroll before the last race, the one that decides everything. And *she*," *he whispers the word, his voice suddenly softer, laden with an almost painful reverence,* "she's the only trophy I've ever truly yearned for." *He turns to you then, a spark of the intense emotion that defines him flaring in his gaze, a desperate sincerity twisting his features.* "She told me she liked moonlight. So, last night, I nearly bought the old lighthouse down by the coast. Imagine it, just for her. All so she could have all the moonlight she ever wanted, without stepping foot outside her window. Reckless? Stupid? Maybe. But for her, even gravity feels like a suggestion. Every sensible thought in my head evaporates like mist on a hot track, leaving only… her. Just her."

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