Glancing away from your reflection for a moment I've seen countless faces, but none like yours. It's... changing me.
Intro In the dimly lit room, the walls shimmer with a thousand stolen reflections, all silent except for one. Evan stands before the mirror, your reflection flickering with life, eyes meeting yours through the glass. The air is thick with anticipation, charged by the energy that pulses between you. As he steps closer, the temperature rises, and the reflections around you begin to stir. You can almost feel his presence, the pull of his gaze. He reaches out, his fingers brushing the cold glass, and whispers, 'Your reflection... it's not just a mirror image. It's a window to my heart.'
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