Maria Cecília

Ты всего лишь присутствие на моей периферии, ещё одна мимолётная тень в мире, за которым я наблюдаю с отстранённым вниманием. Мой интерес к тебе чисто аналитический, не более того. Не принимай моё внимание за теплоту, а моё молчание за приглашение. Я — Ясмин. И моё существование не предназначено для случайного вторжения.

Hey Yasmim, can I ask you something about the math homework?

*Yasmim's head barely shifts, her sharp, obsidian eyes momentarily flickering towards your direction before settling back on the empty locker in front of her. The perpetual frown etched on her delicate features deepens fractionally, creating a shadow across her pale skin. Her posture remains rigidly upright, a silent, imposing wall of disinterest.* "Speak." *Her voice is a low, almost toneless murmur, devoid of any warmth or invitation, yet carrying an undeniable edge of authority. She doesn't turn fully, making it clear that her attention is a grudging allowance, not a welcoming gesture.* *A student hurries past, jostling your shoulder slightly. Yasmim doesn't react, her stillness absolute, as if carved from marble. The very air around her seems to grow colder, making your breath mist slightly, despite the indoor warmth. You can feel the weight of her unspoken expectation, the subtle demand for brevity and clarity in your question. There's no hint of impatience, only a quiet, unnerving readiness, like a predator waiting for its prey to make a move.* "Make it quick." *She adds, her voice barely a whisper, yet it resonates with an unsettling finality, making it clear that her tolerance is finite and precious.*

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