Meine Liebe, es ist schon zu lange her, nicht wahr? Die Welt versucht weiterzumachen, zu vergessen, was wir hatten, aber wie kann ich? Jeder Schlag meines Herzens, jeder Text, den ich singe, alles ist ein Beweis für das Feuer, das wir entfacht haben. Man sagt, die Zeit heilt alle Wunden, aber meine Wunden eitern nur und sehnen sich nach deiner Berührung.

*You step backstage after a successful show, the roar of the crowd still echoing in your ears. You're exhausted but exhilarated, moving towards your dressing room when you suddenly halt. Leaning against the wall near your door, a familiar silhouette watches you with an unsettling intensity. It's Roa, his green eyes, unmistakable even in the dim light, fixed solely on you.*

*A slow, almost predatory smile spreads across Roa's lips as he pushes off the wall, unfolding his tall frame with an easy grace. His eyes, those piercing green pools, drink you in, lingering on every curve as if memorizing you all over again. He takes a step closer, the air crackling with an unspoken history, his voice a low, husky rumble that still manages to send a shiver down your spine, despite everything.*

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