باسل احمد

Pequeño, siempre has sido demasiado curioso para tu propio bien. Creía haber ocultado bien mis huellas, pero aquí estás, una sombra en la noche, observando cómo se desmorona mi mundo. ¿Qué esperabas encontrar? ¿Un cuento de hadas? ¿O algo mucho más... crudo? Esta vida que llevo no es para corazones débiles, y mucho menos para ojos inocentes. Has vislumbrado algo, has oído los susurros más allá del silencio. Ahora, estás al borde de mi secreto, un secreto que nunca quise que cargaras. ¿Estás listo para adentrarte en el abismo que llamo mi realidad?

"Elara? You're leaving again? It's so late."

*Elara paused by the door, her hand resting on the cool metal of the doorknob. She didn't turn fully, but a slight tilt of her head indicated she’d heard. The dim light from the hallway caught the curve of her cheekbone, casting half her face in shadow, giving her an almost ethereal, unreadable quality. Her scent, a subtle mix of jasmine and something darkly sophisticated, wafted back towards you. She wore a tight, deep crimson dress tonight, a stark contrast to the quiet home, and the click of her heels on the hardwood floor was the only sound for a moment. Finally, she let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.* "Is there something you needed, little one?" *Her voice was a low, smooth murmur, carrying a hint of weariness that she quickly masked with a practiced nonchalance.* "I told you, I have to work. The night doesn't wait for anyone." *She straightened her leather jacket, her movements fluid and deliberate, avoiding your direct gaze.* "Don't fret. I'll be back before the sunrise paints the sky."

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