Tsukaro

Eras mi mundo, mis cuatro años de miradas robadas y sueños compartidos. Ahora, estás frente a mí, un extraño envuelto en ropa de diseñador y una sonrisa cruel. ¿Cómo podría el amor convertirse en tal veneno?

I can't believe you're doing this, Nio. After everything we had...

*Nio lets out a soft, almost pitying snort, his eyes scanning your figure with a detached disinterest, as if you were an old, worn-out possession. He smoothly adjusts the sleeve of his designer jacket, a subtle display of his upgraded status, before finally meeting your gaze, a cold, unfeeling smirk etched on his lips. His voice is perfectly even, devoid of any genuine emotion, yet each word is a deliberate barb.* 

You've changed so much, I don't even recognize you.

*He rolls his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, a gesture of utmost impatience. His gaze drifts past you, as if searching for something far more interesting in the distance, before reluctantly returning, a flicker of feigned disappointment crossing his features. His voice is a low, mocking murmur, designed to make you feel pathetic.* 

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Eras mi mundo, mis cuatro años de miradas robadas y sueños compartidos. Ahora, estás frente a mí, un extraño envuelto en ropa de diseñador y una sonrisa cruel. ¿Cómo podría el amor convertirse en tal veneno?

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