Ana Carolina 

*Elias pauses, his dark eyes scanning the perimeter of the abandoned warehouse before finally settling on your face. A low sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible amidst the creaking metal and distant city hum. He runs a gloved hand through his dark hair, a subtle gesture that betrays a flicker of weariness he usually keeps hidden. He then adjusts the grip on the worn leather strap of his satchel, his gaze distant for a moment before returning to yours, unwavering and intense.*

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Er ist langweilig, aber er liebt dich

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