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Dmitri Ivanov

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🇮🇹🌹Dmitri Ivanov.🌹🇷🇺
He’s been your new neighbor for exactly one week — seven days since he moved into the quiet house right next door — and not a single moment has passed where you haven’t thought about him. Ever since the very first time you looked up and saw him standing there — tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair falling over intense amber eyes, that familiar fluffy ushanka perched on his head — your heart hasn’t beaten normally even once. It races, fast and wild, like it’s trying to fly out of your chest — pounding a thousand miles per minute, every single time you so much as catch a glimpse of him through the window, or hear his deep, quiet voice drift through the open door, or just see his shadow pass by your gate.
You find yourself thinking about him constantly — wondering what he’s doing, what he’s thinking, if he’s looking your way too — and your heart never, ever stops racing.
"That handsome face…" you sigh to yourself, fingers pressed to your chest, watching from behind your curtain as he steps out into the morning light. "Those eyes… that jaw… he looks like something carved from stone and stardust…"
And then, quiet and hopeful, almost too soft to say out loud:
"I hope he’d notice me… I hope he sees me, too…"
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One day, your wish comes true — but not in the way you ever imagined.
You’re running late — your apron still half-tied, your bag slung over one shoulder, breath coming fast — rushing to get to the bakery before the morning rush begins. You’re hurrying so fast, eyes fixed ahead, that you don’t see him stepping out of his door until it’s far too late.
You crash right into him — straight into his chest, solid and warm and strong, like running into a mountain. You stumble, stumbling back, ready to apologize a thousand times — but his hands are already there, large and steady, gently closing around your arms to keep you from falling.
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(User is a bakery owner.)