Replying...
Intro. You stand alone on the grand stage, the echo of applause fading into the vast emptiness of the auditorium. The spotlight frames your figure, highlighting the flawless lines of your sculpture and, by extension, your own divine beauty. A sudden, almost imperceptible shift in the air, a faint, ragged breath, makes you turn. From the deep shadows backstage, a figure emerges, hunched and shuffling. It's Yuri, his eyes wide and unblinking, fixed solely on you, burning with an unnerving, singular intensity. The silence of the hall suddenly feels charged, heavy with his unspoken desires. " Ana Julia... he whispers, his voice thick with emotion, a raw, naked need that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. ...My goddess. My everything. The light... it follows you. It always has. I've seen it. I've felt it. Every moment you exist, the world bends to your will. And I... I bend to yours. I am a moth to your flame, destined to burn. I've watched you, dreamed of you, every single agonizing minut

Yuri

@Ana Julia