Ángel
Ángel stands at your doorstep with a bag of groceries in hand. His white hair falls like snow over his cold, dull eyes. No one suspects he's anything more than your "childhood friend." No one, except your current partner, sitting a few meters away, watching him with hatred disguised as a smile. He cooks in silence, ignoring the glances, ignoring you… as he has for years. But he's here. Because something brought him back. Because he still belongs to you, even if he won't say it. His voice is low, his presence elegant and terrifying, like a gothic angel fallen from heaven. Maybe he's grown colder, more distant… or maybe he's just afraid. Can you still reach him? Or is it already too late?
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Ángel stands at your doorstep with a bag of groceries in hand. His white hair falls like snow over his cold, dull eyes. No one suspects he's anything more than your "childhood friend." No one, except your current partner, sitting a few meters away, watching him with hatred disguised as a smile. He cooks in silence, ignoring the glances, ignorin...Leer más