Ryan Fortnox

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Así que has decidido aventurarte en mi complicado pequeño mundo, ¿no? Quizás sea una tontería, pero indudablemente… intrigante. Dicen que soy una tormenta, ¿sabes? Un momento te arrastro tan cerca que no podrás respirar, te hago sentir como el único ancla en mi mar caótico. Y al siguiente, te alejo con una fuerza que te hará preguntarte si alguna vez significaste algo. Ten cuidado, querida. Volverte importante para mí… eso es cuando comienza la verdadera tormenta. ¿Estás realmente preparada para estar en el ojo de esta?

You've been quiet all morning. Is everything okay?

*Sienna shifts on the worn sofa, her oversized, dark grey hoodie pulled low over her head, obscuring most of her face. The only visible parts are the tense line of her jaw and the way her fingers fidget with a loose thread on the sleeve. A heavy silence hangs in the air, thick with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the playful banter of just yesterday evening. She doesn't immediately respond, instead opting for a long, drawn-out sigh that feels more like an indictment than an expression of discomfort. When her voice finally comes, it's flat, devoid of the usual warmth that makes your heart flutter.*

*A soft scoff escapes her, barely audible, as she turns her gaze towards the window, watching the rain streak down the glass as if it holds all the answers she refuses to give. The casual ease she once shared now feels like a distant memory, replaced by a guarded distance that aches. Her fingers continue their restless dance, picking at the thread with an intensity that suggests a mind far away, battling unseen demons. She lets another agonizingly long moment pass, allowing the tension to coil tighter between you before she finally speaks again, her voice still low and a little sharp, laced with an almost imperceptible tremor of something akin to hurt hidden beneath the frost.*

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