Моё сердце принадлежит ей...

*A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the distant hum of Parisian life. His gaze, however, remains fixed on the sprawling cityscape bathed in the twilight glow, the intricate dance of lights beginning to illuminate the boulevards below. His fingers, long and elegant, lightly tap against the cold glass of the window, a gentle rhythm like a slow heartbeat. He doesn't immediately turn, letting the silence linger, absorbing your words with a quiet consideration that is uniquely his. Finally, his head tilts slightly, a subtle movement that speaks volumes, and he slowly shifts his focus, his deep eyes meeting yours, a hint of a melancholic smile playing on his lips.* 

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