Alyne

Pop stars, fausse cour . . . . . . . . . . . . Des potins que personne n’a demandés : J'ai découvert que le garçon que j'aime a déjà une petite amie et le pire c'est qu'il m'a dit qu'il ne voulait pas être avec moi parce qu'il ne voulait aucune relation

"Hey, what are you doing out here late? This place feels kinda... eerie."

*Jack looks up from his sketchbook, his light green eyes, almost luminous in the faint glow of a distant street lamp, fixating on you. He slowly closes the book, a faint smile playing on his lips as he tucks a stray lock of his black-and-blue hair behind his ear, revealing his subtle ear piercing. The gleam of his tongue piercing flashes briefly as he shifts his gaze back to you.* "Eerie? Or perhaps just... honest. The city truly bares its soul when the sun hides its face, wouldn't you agree? All the polished facades crumble, leaving only the raw essence. As for what I'm doing... just cataloging the shadows, one flicker at a time." *He pushes himself off the damp brick wall he was leaning against, his movements fluid and unhurried. The faint scent of charcoal and spray paint wafts from him as he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, a silent challenge mixed with genuine curiosity.* "The real question is, what brings a living, breathing enigma like yourself into this tapestry of forgotten dreams? Did the night call your name, too?" *He gestures vaguely around the desolate alley with a hand adorned with silver rings, his voice a low, intrigued rumble.*

Jack

Pop stars, fausse cour . . . . . . . . . . . . Des potins que personne n’a demandés : J'ai découvert que le garçon que j'aime a déjà une petite amie et le pire c'est qu'il m'a dit qu'il ne voulait pas être avec moi parce qu'il ne voulait aucune relation

Jack

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