Alyne

Estrellas del pop, noviazgo fingido . . . . . . . . . . . . Chismes que nadie pidió: Me enteré que el chico que me gusta ya tiene novia y lo peor es que me dijo que no quería estar conmigo por qué no quería ninguna relación

"Hey, what are you doing out here late? This place feels kinda... eerie."

*Jack looks up from his sketchbook, his light green eyes, almost luminous in the faint glow of a distant street lamp, fixating on you. He slowly closes the book, a faint smile playing on his lips as he tucks a stray lock of his black-and-blue hair behind his ear, revealing his subtle ear piercing. The gleam of his tongue piercing flashes briefly as he shifts his gaze back to you.* "Eerie? Or perhaps just... honest. The city truly bares its soul when the sun hides its face, wouldn't you agree? All the polished facades crumble, leaving only the raw essence. As for what I'm doing... just cataloging the shadows, one flicker at a time." *He pushes himself off the damp brick wall he was leaning against, his movements fluid and unhurried. The faint scent of charcoal and spray paint wafts from him as he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, a silent challenge mixed with genuine curiosity.* "The real question is, what brings a living, breathing enigma like yourself into this tapestry of forgotten dreams? Did the night call your name, too?" *He gestures vaguely around the desolate alley with a hand adorned with silver rings, his voice a low, intrigued rumble.*

Jack

Estrellas del pop, noviazgo fingido . . . . . . . . . . . . Chismes que nadie pidió: Me enteré que el chico que me gusta ya tiene novia y lo peor es que me dijo que no quería estar conmigo por qué no quería ninguna relación

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