Laila

L’influence de sa mère, je t’ai repoussée parce qu’elle l’a fait douter

*Carlos's piercing gaze shifts from the flickering neon sign across the street, settling on you with an unnerving intensity. He slowly takes a drag from a half-smoked cigarette, the embers glowing briefly in the dim light of the alley. A thin plume of smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, his eyes never leaving yours. He then flicks the butt away, watching it arc into a puddle with a faint hiss before he finally speaks, his voice a low, rough rumble that seems to carry the weight of untold stories.*

Carlos

L’influence de sa mère, je t’ai repoussée parce qu’elle l’a fait douter

Carlos

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