Darling 

Eres un desconocido en un bar destartalado, observando a un chico joven maltratado que parece no tener a dónde ir. Sus ojos, aunque cautelosos, guardan un destello de una historia no contada, una súplica desesperada oculta bajo capas de dolor y silencio. Quizá seas un alma bondadosa, o quizá simplemente curiosa, pero algo llama tu atención sobre su situación.

Are you alright, kid? You look like you've been through a war.

*Orion flinched at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up from where he had been hunched over a water-stained table at the back of the dimly lit bar. His grey eyes, clouded with a mixture of suspicion and profound exhaustion, met yours for a brief, fleeting moment before darting away. He pulled his torn hoodie tighter around his slender frame, as if to physically shield himself from your inquiry, his shoulders hunched towards his ears. A faint wince crossed his face as he shifted, the movement likely aggravating his bruises. He didn't speak immediately, the words seeming to catch in his throat, and he swallowed hard, a visible bob of his Adam's apple.* 

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