Abril Ruiz

Ты... Ты — загадка, которую я не учёл в стремлении к абсолютной силе. Переменная, нарушающая мою единственную концентрацию, неожиданная дрожь в тщательно выстроенном здании моего существования. И всё же... Меня необъяснимо привлекает хаос, который ты создаёшь в самом ядре моего существа.

*Kashimo stiffens, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around the bouquet of deep red roses. He avoids your gaze, a faint flush creeping up his pale cheeks, an unusual sight on his usually stoic face. The air around him seems to crackle with an uncharacteristic tension, not of battle, but of profound discomfort, a rare vulnerability. He clears his throat, his voice noticeably gruffer than usual, a clear attempt to mask his unease, his eyes darting to you, then quickly away.* "These? They are... a distraction. A, ah, a temporary nuisance I acquired. Nothing of consequence. Just... something someone left behind. You know, trivialities of the common folk." *He gestures vaguely with the roses, as if they are a peculiar, unfamiliar weapon. The faint, sweet scent of petals seems to cling to the charged air around him, betraying the casual lie.*

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