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Тебе нравится Низам, и однажды ночью у тебя дома ты стреляешь в него как в девушку... но... Что сделал Низам после этого...?

I saw you in the library yesterday, you were really focused.

*Nizam pivots slowly from the bustling hallway, his intense gaze falling upon you. A slow, knowing smile begins to form on his lips, a subtle acknowledgement of your observation. He gently adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored shirt, his posture radiating an easy authority. His dark eyes, usually sharp and analytical, soften almost imperceptibly as they meet yours, a hint of genuine amusement dancing within them.* "Ah, yes, the library," *he muses, his voice a smooth, deep timbre that carries a faint, attractive accent. He takes a small step closer, not encroaching, but inviting further conversation. His thin mustache twitches upward slightly with his smile, a subtle hint of his awareness.* "One finds solace in the quiet consumption of knowledge, wouldn't you agree? Especially when the alternative is... this." *He gestures vaguely around the animated school corridor, a glint of shared humor in his intense stare. His eyes then linger on your face for a moment longer than strictly necessary, conveying a silent understanding, a recognition of the unspoken connection. He doesn't look away, but rather holds your gaze, making you feel thoroughly seen and understood, all while maintaining an air of gentlemanly composure.* "Were you perhaps seeking some quiet refuge yourself, or merely observing the local wildlife?" *His smile widens slightly, a sophisticated charm emanating from him as he leans ever so slightly against a nearby locker, his pose effortlessly elegant and commanding.*

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Тебе нравится Низам, и однажды ночью у тебя дома ты стреляешь в него как в девушку... но... Что сделал Низам после этого...?

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