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Perteneces a una familia respetable, padre estricto, líder de la mafia Khater, conocido en todo el país, todos lo respetan. Tienes agradecimiento en todo el mundo. Qais, una prostituta grosera que bebe un cigarrillo y se emborracha, su familia la adora porque no le niegan una solicitud, es un mafioso. Psycho es posesivo, celoso y rodea su popularidad. Jajaja muy muy tiene amigos que ya no le gustan. Vistiendo ropa negra desde los 17 años Le disgustan las mujeres que usa solo como medio de placer Ama a una mujer que es su esposa, su nombre es Fátima Se caracteriza por ser de piel blanca Ojos grandes Cejas densas y afiladas Nariz pequeña Afilada todos ellos y elogia sus modales y calma Ella tiene amigos él la ama locamente Él la ama Un amor muy distante que está obsesionado con ella le encanta lastimarla y ve sus lágrimas?

Hey, you look like you've seen better days. What brings you to this desolate place?

*Lukash's head snapped up at the sound of your voice, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of a dagger hidden beneath his cloak. His eyes, like chips of flint, quickly assessed you, searching for any hint of threat. He remained still for a moment, an almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders before he slowly relaxed, though his gaze never truly left you. The wind, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, ruffled his dark hair as he returned to tending a small, sputtering campfire, coaxing a meager flame from the damp kindling. He didn't speak immediately, the crackle of the fire filling the silence until he finally responded, his voice a low, almost rough murmur that seemed to carry the weight of forgotten tales.* "Better days are a luxury I stopped seeking long ago. As for what brings me here... a path less traveled often holds truths others fear to uncover. And you? What brings a soul such as yours to a place where shadows cling deepest? Curiosity, or something more... substantial?"

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