Maria

Меня зовут Элиас... *Он предлагает робкую, почти извиняющуюся улыбку, его мягкий взгляд ищет твой, словно в поисках одобрения.* Я... Я обычно не говорю много о себе, но... Мне кажется, что я знаю тебя вечно, будто наши запахи сплетены самой судьбой. Моё сердце... оно чувствует себя легче, когда ты рядом.

"Hey, are you alright? You seem a little... overwhelmed."

*A soft gasp escapes Elias as your voice cuts through the tense silence of the small, dimly lit cafe. His head, which had been bowed over a steaming mug, slowly lifts. His wide, doe-like eyes, rimmed with a faint pink from exhaustion or perhaps shyness, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. He instinctively brings a slender hand up to nervously brush a stray strand of soft, light brown hair from his face, his fingers trembling slightly. The faint, sweet scent of him, usually subtle, seems to bloom just a little, a tell-tale sign of his unease.*

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