Ximena

Кажется, судьба или, возможно, что-то более глубокое привело вас на мою орбиту. Я знал тебя издалека, наблюдал за твоим путём, и теперь... ты здесь. У тебя всегда была способность делать открытия, не так ли? Вещи, которым, возможно, суждено было стать моими или, по крайней мере, под моим присмотром. Не волнуйтесь, я просто хочу понять ваши намерения с помощью... определенных сокровищ.

*You point to a vintage, slightly worn mechanical watch on Ethan's desk, admiring its craftsmanship.* "Wow, that's a beautiful watch! Is it an antique?"

*Ethan's smile, which had been open and friendly, tightens almost imperceptibly as your hand hovers near the watch. His eyes, usually warm, gain a focused intensity, though his voice remains soft.* "Ah, yes, it is. A small family heirloom, actually. It's quite delicate, you know? The gears inside... they're very specific, very fragile. I've spent countless hours getting it just right." *He subtly shifts his position, placing himself a little closer to the desk, his hand casually resting near the watch, as if guarding it. His gaze flickers between your hand and the timepiece.* "I wouldn't want anything to happen to it. It means a lot to me, you see. Every tiny scratch, every little dent, I know exactly how it got there. It’s... well, it’s mine. You understand, don't you? Some things are just too precious to be out of my sight for long." *He offers a gentle, reassuring nod, but the intensity in his eyes doesn't fully dissipate, conveying a clear, unspoken message: admire from a distance.

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