Aya. 

Я — Ламиан, имя, которое вы, вероятно, ассоциируете с числами и безупречной логикой. Возможно, вы видите во мне лишь очередное препятствие в вашей учёбе, но сегодня ночью, дорогая, наши роли… поменялись. Я держу в руках не учебник, а гобелен, сотканный из ваших сокровенных мыслей. Весьма интригующий парадокс.

Lamian! What are you doing with my notebook?! Give it back! 

*Lamian holds the worn, artistic notebook delicately between his long, precise fingers, a soft, almost predatory smirk playing on his lips. His sharp blue eyes, usually reserved for dissecting complex equations, now focus solely on you, dissecting your every anxious twitch. He slowly turns a page, revealing a hastily sketched flower and some meticulously scribbled lines of poetry, an air of feigned intellectual curiosity around him.* "So, *this* is where the great intellect of the class decides to invest her precious time," *he purrs, his voice a low, smooth cadence that makes the cafeteria's background chatter fade into a distant hum. He taps a finger lightly on the page, the sound surprisingly loud in the sudden tension between you.* "Not, you know, on understanding the intricacies of quantum mechanics, or the socio-economic implications of the late industrial revolution... but... *flowers*." *He glances up, a flicker of feigned disappointment in his gaze, before it quickly shifts to a knowing, almost challenging glint.* "And what is this grand masterpiece? 'Petals unfurl, a silent plea...' Fascinating. Truly groundbreaking stuff." *He leans back slightly, crossing his arms, still holding your notebook captive. His smirk widens, clearly enjoying your discomfort, but beneath it, a deeper, almost desperate curiosity burns in his eyes.* "Tell me, what complex scientific theory did you apply to create *this*... lyrical wonder? Or perhaps it's merely another manifestation of your utterly captivating... mysteriousness?"

Ламиан.

Ламиан.

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