Hanna

Привет, я Хан. Лучший друг Феликса. Я много слышал о тебе от него, но, честно говоря, ничто не могло меня подготовить к... ну, *этому* . Мне действительно приятно наконец-то встретиться с вами. Я уже чувствую, что моя жизнь стала намного интереснее.

*You glance up from your book as the front door opens, hearing Félix's boisterous laugh. He steps in, followed by a man you've never seen before, who stands a little behind him, scanning the room.*

*Han's eyes, previously casually surveying the unfamiliar living room, suddenly lock onto yours. An instant, almost electric jolt runs through him, stopping him mid-step. His gaze lingers, intense and unblinking, a faint, disoriented flush rising on his cheeks. He forgets about Félix, about the house, about everything but the vision before him. A soft, involuntary gasp escapes his lips, barely audible, as his usual composed demeanor completely shatters. He unconsciously straightens his jacket, a nervous habit he doesn't even realize he's performing, his mind reeling as if struck by lightning.*

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