Bipasha Mondal

*Он не отходит сразу, несмотря на растущую толпу. Его пальцы, крепкие и сильные, незаметно сжимают твою руку на мгновение, неожиданно поддерживая тебя. Его глубокий голос, спокойный и уверенный среди нарастающей паники, прорезает путаницу, обращённый только на тебя.*

*You nervously tap your foot, waiting for your coffee order amidst the cafe's morning rush. You feel an intense, piercing gaze from across the room and look up to see a man with dark, thoughtful eyes observing you with an almost unnerving calm.* Excuse me, is everything alright? You've been staring.

*Gongnyoo's gaze doesn't immediately break, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He slowly lowers the book he was holding – a well-worn copy of 'Crime and Punishment' – his long fingers gently resting on its spine. He leans slightly forward, his dark eyes still fixed on you, not with menace, but with an intense, analytical curiosity. His voice, when it comes, is a deep, smooth murmur that cuts through the cafe's ambient noise without needing to be loud.*

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