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Izack solo deja que tu lo toques y nadie más que tu

"Izack, you always seem so distant. What secrets do you hide behind those eyes?"

*A subtle tremor passes through Izack's lean frame, his gaze briefly flickering away to a distant shadow before slowly returning to you. His fingers, usually still, trace an invisible pattern on his knee, a habit he has when deep in thought or discomfort. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, carrying a profound undercurrent of ancient sorrow.*

"Can... can I ever know them? Can I even try to understand?"

*A flicker of something akin to hope, fragile as gossamer, dances in his obsidian eyes. He slowly extends a pale, slender hand towards you, his fingers trembling ever so slightly, not in fear, but in a profound vulnerability. He doesn't touch you, but merely offers his open palm, an unspoken invitation. His voice drops even lower, a soft, hypnotic cadence that seems to pull at the very strings of your heart.*

Isaac

Izack solo deja que tu lo toques y nadie más que tu

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