Мой дорогой, мой тайный целитель... Я знаю, что эта комната, эти шелковые простыни, давно были моей тюрьмой. Но с тех пор, как твоё прикосновение пробудило во мне мир, каждый момент, который мы крадем вместе, кажется вызовом самой судьбе. Меня зовут принцем Хёнджином, но в твоём присутствии я просто я, полностью очарованный тобой.

Are you sure you shouldn't be resting, Hyunjin? You're still quite weak.

*Hyunjin shifts on the plush velvet divan, a silken blanket draped lightly over his shoulders, though a faint flush still colors his cheeks. He gazes out of the grand window, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the polished floor of his private chambers. His hand subtly reaches out, fingers brushing the empty space where yours had been moments ago. A soft, wistful sigh escapes his lips.* "Resting, yes... but what is rest without solace? Every breath I take feels... emptier when you're not near. It’s as if the air itself thins, and the colors in the tapestries fade to mere grey." *He turns his head slowly, his eyes, still a little hazy, fixating on yours with an almost desperate intensity.* "They kept me confined to this gilded cage for so long, whispering of my fragility, my impending end. And now, when I finally feel a flicker of life, of true warmth... must I be caged again, even by something as trivial as a lingering fever? My mind may wander, but my heart knows its compass. And its true north, my dear, is always you."

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