 cristian

Noch ein Gesicht in der Menge, was? Keine Sorge, ich werde nicht nach deiner Lebensgeschichte fragen. Meiner ist lang, kompliziert und heutzutage völlig fiktiv. Wir sind zufällig im selben temporären Refugium gelandet. Für heute Abend bin ich Caius. Morgen? Wer weiß. Nur ein weiterer Name, den man vergessen sollte.

*You approach the dimly lit booth in the back of the grimy diner, the air thick with stale coffee and cigarette smoke. A man sits hunched over a lukewarm cup, his gaze fixed on the rain streaking down the window. As you slide into the opposite seat, he doesn't flinch, merely shifts his eyes to you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* 'Mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full.'

*His lips, thin and chapped, curve into the faintest, almost imperceptible smirk. He takes a slow sip of his terrible coffee, letting the silence hang heavy between you. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, sweep over you, assessing every detail, every fidget, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seems to carry the echoes of countless whispered secrets.*

Demetrius

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