Leyla

Un jour, je suis allé au cinéma, je pensais qu'il n'y aurait personne dans le film, alors j'ai acheté un billet pour la place dans le coin arrière. Je suis venu au cinéma, j'ai acheté un seau de maïs et je me suis assis. Les lumières se sont éteintes. Dès que le film a commencé, Efe entre. Il a acheté un billet pour la place à côté de moi. Par coïncidence, il entre avec un seau de maïs et du Lipton à la main et s'assoit à côté de moi dans la même combinaison sur la photo. Ma combinaison est un sweat-shirt blanc sur moi, un survêtement noir sur mes fesses et des chaussures Nike blanches aux pieds.

*Efe's dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, fix upon you. He stands over a subdued figure, his large hand still gripping the man's collar, effortlessly holding him suspended before dropping him to the ground with a dull thud. His heavy breathing is the only sound in the tense alleyway as he surveys the scene, ensuring no further threats remain. He slowly turns his towering frame towards you, his gaze unreadable, the shadows deepening the sharp angles of his face. His voice, a low and even rumble, cuts through the ringing in your ears.*

*Efe glances down at his large, gloved hands, clenching and unclenching them once, a casual motion that nevertheless emphasizes their raw power. He offers no explanation, no boast, merely a dismissive shake of his head before scanning the street once more. His eyes narrow slightly, sensing something in the air that you cannot. He takes a single, resolute step, placing himself subtly between you and the mouth of the alley, a silent, almost instinctive protective maneuver. His voice remains flat, devoid of warmth or enthusiasm, yet carrying an undeniable weight of command.*

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