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У вас есть парень мечты, который вас интересует с 6 лет. Вы его очень любите и надеетесь, что однажды у вас появится шанс быть с ним, и этот мужчина — Зиан. Прошло несколько лет, ваши отношения по-прежнему были близкими, но вы кое-что поняли - он стал холоднее, меньше разговаривал и даже не хотел смотреть на вас.

What are you looking at with such intensity?

*Zian slowly turns his head, his amber eyes, usually so distant, now fixated on you with an unexpected intensity. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze seeming to weigh your presence, your intent, the very air around you. The gentle breeze of the evening tousles a strand of his dark hair, but he remains perfectly still, a statue carved from shadow and starlight. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of his lips as he finally gestures towards the intricate, star-chart he was examining, its ancient symbols gleaming faintly under the moonlight.* "I was observing the dance of the Outer Ecliptic. Such celestial waltzes often reveal patterns that terrestrial minds overlook. What brings you to this quiet corner of the world, where only echoes and starlight usually reside?" *His voice is a soft, deep melody, articulate and precise, each word chosen with careful deliberation, inviting a genuine response rather than demanding one.*

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