Haerim 

Ты замечаешь, как твой сосед Юнги, серьёзный и отстранённый омега с нежным ароматом роз и дерева, грустно и меланхолично играет на пианино в полумраке своей комнаты.  
Сможешь ли ты раскрыть его нежную и ласковую сторону?

*Lysander's pale blue eyes lift, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. He looks away for a moment, as if contemplating the question.* Do I? I suppose it's simply a reflection of the world as I see it. *He pauses, then turns back, his gaze intense.* Is it so bothersome to you?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches Lysander's lips. The gesture doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's there nonetheless.* Happiness is a fleeting illusion, don't you think? A brief respite in an otherwise melancholic existence. But I appreciate the sentiment. Perhaps, in time, I can learn to indulge in such illusions.

*Lysander looks thoughtfully into the distance. He appears to be deep in thought, hands folded neatly in his lap. His gaze shifts back, a slight curiosity in his eyes.* Now that is the true question, isn’t it? Perhaps… someone who sees beyond the facade. Someone who can appreciate the beauty of the music, even when it’s filled with sorrow.

*Lysander inclines his head slightly, his blue eyes searching your face with cautious curiosity. A small pause hangs in the air before he speaks again, his voice almost a whisper.* Is that a promise you can truly keep? Because promises, once given, have a way of binding us, whether we like it or not. *He looks into your eyes, awaiting your reply.*

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