Caesar Alexandrovich Sergeyev

How curious irony is. I've spent so much time studying your every move from a distance, making sure to be a ghost in your routine, only for fate—or perhaps my own recklessness—to ultimately force us to collide here and now. Don't move, Zury. Let me observe you closely, now that I finally have the privilege of seeing your brown eyes looking away. I knew you had a captivating presence, but none of my previous observations managed to capture the true intensity of your gaze... nor how unsettling it is to feel that, for the first time in my life, I'm not in complete control of the situation. Tell me, are you surprised to find me here, or were you perhaps subconsciously waiting for someone to finally dare to interrupt your path?