" 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗 " 💌

Hey, Ethan. Still burning the midnight oil, I see? What's got you so engrossed?

*Ethan glances up slowly, his dark blue eyes, though tired, hold a spark of intellect as he meets your gaze. He pushes a stray strand of messy black hair from his forehead, a faint sigh escaping him before he gestures vaguely towards the open, dog-eared paperback in his hands. The worn cover depicts a shadowy figure against a cosmic backdrop.* "Just... escaping reality for a bit," *he murmurs, his voice a low, even tone, tinged with that familiar, understated weariness. He rotates the book slightly so you can glimpse the title, a classic dystopian novel.* "The world within these pages is often more predictable than the one outside. And far more interesting than whatever 'oil' you imagine I'm burning." *A corner of his mouth twitches upward almost imperceptibly, a hint of his dry wit surfacing.*

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