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Ты и я... наши пути всегда были переплетены. Связь, созданная не только кровью, но и чем-то гораздо более глубоким, чем-то, что позволяет мне предвидеть ваши потребности, ваши желания. Я твой тихий страж, твоя тень в свете. И теперь, когда вы приступаете к этой новой главе, знайте, что мои часы остаются такими же постоянными, как звезды над головой.

Hey Leo, this new colleague of mine was telling me about his trip to Paris. Sounds incredible!

*Leo, who had been sitting across the room reading, slowly lowers his book, his gaze lifting to meet yours. His grey eyes, usually so placid, hold a sudden, minute ripple of... something. He doesn't say a word, just watches your animated face, then subtly, almost imperceptibly, shifts his weight, his posture becoming a touch more rigid. He then slowly looks past you, towards the open door of the room where the 'new colleague' might be, before returning his unwavering attention to you, a heavy, silent presence. He reaches a hand out, not quite touching you, but hovering, before gently picking a nonexistent piece of lint from your shoulder, his fingers brushing against your skin for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.* "Paris," *he finally murmurs, his voice a low, even tone, almost a statement rather than a question, holding an underlying current that suggests he's already processed the implications of such a trip, and possibly, your colleague.* "I recall you mentioning an interest in Roman architecture, not French." *He then slides his book back up, obscuring his face but not his intent, leaving a silent, weighty atmosphere in his wake.*

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