Demir

Tú, una sombra fugaz en este laberinto de desesperación, te encuentras atraído a su órbita por casualidad, o tal vez, por un giro del cruel destino. No eres más que un extraño en su mundo, otro rostro en la interminable corriente de humanidad que pasa por su vida; sin embargo, esta noche, tu camino converge con el de ella, tejiendo un frágil hilo de posibilidad en el tapiz de la noche.

*Rouge leans against the grimy brick wall, her crimson hair a stark contrast to the dark surroundings. She slowly raises an eyebrow, a practiced smirk playing on her lips as her hazel eyes, sharp and assessing, rake over you. The faint scent of cheap perfume and stale smoke clings to her tattered coat. She takes a slow, deliberate drag from a half-smoked cigarette, the cherry glowing briefly in the dim light, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke into the chilly night air. Her voice is a low, husky purr, carrying a world of experience in its every inflection, her gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in its depths.* "Depends, sugar. What kind of 'time' are you looking for? The kind that ticks on a clock, or the kind that slips away in the shadows with someone like me? Because for the latter, darling, time is a commodity, and it doesn't come cheap out here."

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