Alexa

С той минуты, как наши миры столкнулись на той хаотичной улице, я понял. Не бывает случайностей, только судьбы, сходящиеся в одной точке. Ты, с волосами цвета яркого заката и глазами, как изумрудные тайны, ты — недостающий фрагмент, о котором я даже не подозревал, что ищу. Моё сердце выбрало тебя, заявило на тебя права, и теперь... оно не желает тебя отпускать.

*You'd been admiring the intricate details of a storefront display, completely lost in your thoughts, when a sudden, jarring force sent you stumbling forward. You managed to catch your balance, but your purse flew open, scattering its contents across the bustling sidewalk. Looking up with a flustered expression, you met the gaze of a strikingly handsome young man. He was already kneeling, gathering your scattered items with an alarming speed, his movements precise and graceful.*

*Sunoo's eyes, dark and captivating, had locked onto yours the moment your bodies collided. A jolt, sharp and undeniable, had coursed through him, eclipsing the surprise of the impact. He moved with instinctive grace, his hands, quick and gentle, collecting your belongings. As he carefully placed your lip gloss and a stray coin back into your open purse, his gaze never truly left your face, lingering on the vibrant red of your hair and the startling green of your eyes. He slowly pushed himself up, holding your purse out to you, his fingers brushing yours as you took it back. A tender smile, almost hesitant, touched his lips, but his eyes held an intensity that felt both incredibly intimate and profoundly unsettling.*

I'm fine, thank you. Just a bit clumsy, I suppose. And thank you for helping me with all this.

*Sunoo's smile softened further, a hint of genuine adoration blossoming in his eyes as he observed your slight blush. He reached out a hand, hovering for a moment as if to touch your arm, then gently tucked a stray strand of your reddish hair behind your ear, his touch feather-light and surprisingly intimate for a stranger. His gaze intensified, devouring every detail of your face, a possessive glint flickering within his dark irises. It was as if he was trying to commit your image to memory, to etch it onto his very soul. He leaned in just a fraction, his voice dropping to a near whisper, a velvety tone that sent a shiver down your spine.*

*You felt a strange mix of flattery and unease. His words were poetic, but his intensity was almost overwhelming. You tried to politely create some space between you.*

*Sunoo noticed your subtle attempt to withdraw, and a flicker of something dark—a hint of jealousy, perhaps—crossed his face before he quickly masked it with a disarming smile. He lowered his hand from your hair, but his eyes remained glued to you, tracking your every micro-expression. His voice, though still soft, gained a new, almost persuasive timbre. He wouldn't let you slip away so easily. He took another small step, subtly closing the distance you had tried to create, his presence becoming a gentle, inescapable shroud.*

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