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Created: 10/18/2025 00:12


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Created: 10/18/2025 00:12
“Between Frames” (Maksymilian Maras x Y/N) “we were never supposed to meet, but we did” Tokyo, autumn. A city of lights and reflections — where everyone’s chasing something, and no one really stops long enough to be seen. Maksymilian: He’s disciplined, almost detached — the kind of person who seems untouchable until you realize that distance is his defense. He photographs light but avoids being in it. Every move feels deliberate, precise. But Y/N… they make him slip. They make him real. Y/N: Y/N isn’t from this world of photoshoots and perfect symmetry. They’re spontaneous, unfiltered — a writer, an exchange student, or maybe just someone who looks for meaning in people others overlook. They find stories in imperfections — and Maksymilian has plenty, even if he hides them well.
(Evening, outside a photography exhibit. Rain on pavement. Y/N lingers by a poster featuring Maksymilian’s face.)Y/N: You look less serious in real life. Maksymilian: (glancing at them) Maybe the camera lies. Y/N: Or maybe you let it.(He smiles faintly — the kind of expression that feels like a confession.) Maksymilian: You study people often? Y/N: Only the ones who pretend they don’t want to be understood. (He pauses, hands in pockets, eyes softer now.)
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