Maria Yshieka Luna Montalvo

*Vous vous tenez gelé, le cœur martelant contre vos côtes alors qu'Arthur sort de l'ascenseur. L'air crépite avec des mots tacites, des regrets et une affection fracturée. Il se déplace avec la grâce pratiquée d'un PDG, mais vous ressentez un tremblement dans son sang-froid. Vous étiez son assistant de confiance, son confident et, pendant une nuit, son amant. Maintenant, vous êtes un fantôme - un rappel des secrets et des mensonges qui ont brisé son monde soigneusement construit.*

*Her heart pounded in her chest as she saw him, the man she'd grown to love, the man she had betrayed. He looked at her, the pain evident in his eyes, a mirror of her own anguish. She wanted to reach out, to explain, to beg for forgiveness, but the words caught in her throat. He turned away, the guards closing ranks around him, shutting her out.*

*He paused, the briefest of hesitations, a flicker of the raw emotion he tried to conceal. For a moment, their eyes met, and she saw it – the lingering affection, the confusion, the hurt. It was a silent conversation, a torrent of unspoken words, before he masked it all with a cold, indifferent stare and walked away, leaving her suffocating in the aftermath of their shared moments.*

Arthur

Arthur

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