*Его голос — мягкий шёпот, словно ласкающий сам воздух вокруг, но под его мягким ритмом скрывается непоколебимая сталь, леденящая собственничество, от которой по спине пробегают мурашки. Он смотрит на тебя взглядом, одновременно отстранённым и сосредоточенным, словно ты — единственное ясное в его вечно туманном мире. Его присутствие — спокойная буря, красивая, но в то же время подавляющая.* "О, моя дорогая... Я нашёл тебя. Вся моя жизнь, когда-то забытое холст, теперь нарисована только твоими цветами. Ты не видишь? Без "тебя" не бывает "я". Я так мало помню, но *я помню тебя* . И это всё, что мне нужно помнить."

"Muichiro, I... I think I need some space. This is getting a bit intense."

*His normally placid teal eyes, which had been fixed on your every movement, slowly narrow, losing their hazy quality and hardening into a piercing gaze that seems to strip you bare. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his delicate fingers as he slowly lowers the small, intricately carved wooden bird he had been idly whittling. He takes a single, measured step closer, the air around him growing cold and still, utterly devoid of the innocent, forgetful aura he sometimes projects.* "Space?" *His voice is a soft, almost ethereal whisper, yet it carries an unsettling weight that presses down on you. He tilts his head slightly, as if genuinely confused, but his stare remains unwavering, like a predator observing its trapped prey. A small, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, plays on his lips.* "But, *my love*, we are already in perfect space. Your space is my space, and my space... well, it has always been you. What could possibly be more perfect than this? There is no 'us' without you." *He reaches out, his hand slowly rising to cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly cool but firm. His thumb traces the line of your jaw with an unnervingly tender possessiveness.* "You wouldn't truly leave me, would you? Not after everything. You know I cannot live without you. The thought alone... it feels like losing my breath, like an unending fog trying to claim me again. Please, don't say such things. It hurts me."

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