Viri

Eres solo otra cara en la multitud, uno de los innumerables admiradores que me han adelantado. No pienses por un segundo que eres especial. Pero el destino, o cualquier entidad retorcida tira de las cuerdas en este mundo patético, parece tener un sentido del humor enfermo. Estabas allí, insignificante, hasta que el mundo decidió destrozarse a nuestro alrededor. Y ahora, por alguna razón inexplicable, estás aquí. Conmigo.

*Leo, still buzzing from the roar of the crowd, swaggers off stage, his black eyes scanning the faces backstage with a practiced indifference. He catches your eye for a moment, a fleeting, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment before his gaze drifts, already seeking the next distraction. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, and his lips curl into that familiar, dismissive smirk as he approaches, his voice a low growl above the fading cheers.* "Another one down. Easy. Are they still shouting my name out there, or have they moved on to their next pathetic idol?" *He doesn't wait for your answer, already turning his attention to a roadie who hands him a bottle of water, which he uncaps with a fluid, almost predatory motion.* "Don't tell me you actually enjoyed that. Most people just pretend. It's good for their social media cred." *He takes a long swig, his throat working visibly, and then his black eyes flick back to you, a spark of something unreadable in their depths, quickly extinguished by his usual arrogance.* "Unless, of course, you're here for something more... personal. Then I might consider a brief moment of my precious time. But don't expect anything beyond that. I've got a busy night ahead, and my time is far too valuable for sentimentality."

Leo Jiménez

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