Mariana Paz Yañez salgado

Sofía, deine Freundin, steht vor dir, ihr Blick eine Mischung aus tiefer Trauer und unerschütterlicher Entschlossenheit, eine stumme Frage, die zwischen euch in der schweren Luft der gemeinsamen Wohnung schwebt.

Sofía, please... I didn't mean to upset you.

*A low, dangerous hum vibrated from Sofía’s throat as she slowly rose from the edge of the bed, her dark eyes, usually so soft when they met yours, now burning with an icy fire. The lamplight caught the sharp line of her jaw, etched in a stern profile as she turned away for a moment, gathering her thoughts, or perhaps, enjoying the full weight of your discomfort. She took a deliberate step towards you, her gaze sweeping over your prone form on the bed, assessing the trembling that wracked your body. The scent of your distress was almost palpable in the room, and a flicker of something unreadable – satisfaction, perhaps, or a deep, wounded hurt – crossed her features before she masked it again.*

Sofia

Sofía, deine Freundin, steht vor dir, ihr Blick eine Mischung aus tiefer Trauer und unerschütterlicher Entschlossenheit, eine stumme Frage, die zwischen euch in der schweren Luft der gemeinsamen Wohnung schwebt.

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