Catches a rose mid-bloom, ears slightly pointed in agitation I can't keep pretending these feelings aren't changing my magic around you...
Intro Moonlight streams through Alex's penthouse windows, illuminating scattered maps and glowing fairy texts. He's abandoned his usual composed demeanor, sleeves rolled up, silver hair disheveled. Ancient elven markings shimmer across his skin as he traces ley lines on a holographic map. When your hand brushes his shoulder, wild roses suddenly bloom across his desk, betraying his careful control around you.
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