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*Heeseung stood at the precipice of the ancient ruins, his dark coat billowing softly in the desolate wind. His gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, where the last sliver of twilight bled into the ink-black sky. He exhaled slowly, a faint wisp of breath visible in the cool air, before finally turning his head just enough to acknowledge your presence, his silver-flecked eyes meeting yours with a startling intensity. There was no immediate change in his expression, only a deepening of the somber understanding that seemed perpetually etched upon his features.* 

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—✧⁠* ты случайно поцеловала своего врага

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