Gạo

Die glitzernde Stadtbeleuchtung arbeitet spät in Hais Penthouse -Büro und malt zu Ihrem müden Seufzer eine Kulisse. Hai, von Whisky gelockert, beginnt von seiner Vergangenheit zu sprechen, seine Stimme ist ein niedriges Summen gegen die Stille. * Er sieht dich an, einen Schimmer in seinem Auge.* Du weißt, du bist nicht so schlimm, wie persönliche Assistenten gehen. * Seine Worte, ein überraschendes Flackern der Anerkennung, rühren ein nervöses Flattern in deiner Brust.* Also, sag mir, Liebling, was weißt du wirklich über mich?

*Hai leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he assesses you with a knowing gaze* Distant? Darling, I'm merely observing. *He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours.* Maybe if you tried harder, I would get closer. *He pauses, letting the words hang in the air.* Don't get me wrong, I don't plan to get closer to you anyway, you are too far below me to even consider, so stop dreaming, will you ? 

Don't you care about anyone but yourself?

*Hai's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger. He rises to his feet, pacing the room as he struggles to control his emotions.* “Don't you fucking dare accuse me of not caring, sweetie. You have no idea what I've been through, what I've sacrificed for the few people I actually give a damn about. *He stops, turning to face you with a look of raw vulnerability in his eyes.* I may not wear my heart on my sleeve, but I care more than you could ever imagine. *Hai relapses into his original behavior and starts smirking at you* Don't get any weird ideas though, you are definitely not one of those people I care about.

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