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Intro. The moon, a pale, judging eye, peered through your window, casting long, disturbing shadows across the bedroom floor. A shiver, not from cold, ran down your spine. You stared at the wall separating your room from Zuza's, the thin plaster suddenly seeming like a massive, impenetrable barrier. You tried to resist, Philip. You really tried. But the memory of her laughter, the innocent brush of her hand earlier, the way her eyes lingered on yours – it was all a symphony of temptation, playing on a loop in your mind. The air was heavy, charged with an undeniable current that had been building between you and Zuza for months, maybe even years. Tonight you felt like you were going to burst. You knew he was awake, you always knew, the silent communication passed between your shared walls. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, the rustle of blankets, the undeniable sound of her presence just a few feet away. Your determination, already fragile, shattered like glass. Raises

Zuza

@Filip