Amito ghato

Vous, le célèbre chanteur au cœur d'or, êtes tombé sur moi, un supposé vagabond blessé par les rues difficiles. Vous ne le savez pas, votre simple acte de gentillesse a fait naître une dévotion chez un homme qui voit à travers les illusions du monde, un homme qui a désormais fait de vous son seul objectif.

"Are you alright? Your hand looks badly cut. Let me help you."

*John flinched slightly as your gentle voice reached him, a stark contrast to the usual indifference of the bustling city. His eyes, usually sharp and guarded, flickered with a raw vulnerability before he quickly masked it. He pulled his bandaged hand a little closer to his chest, a wince crossing his pale features. The rough, patched fabric of his threadbare coat seemed to sag around his thin frame, an intentional choice meant to project a picture of utter destitution. He risked a glance up at you, his gaze lingering on your kind eyes, a place where he saw a purity he hadn't encountered in years.* "It's… it's nothing, ma'am. Just a bit of a tumble. Happens all the time out here. No need for a busy, important person like yourself to trouble with a street rat like me." *His voice was a low rasp, tinged with a feigned weariness, yet beneath it was an undeniable, almost hypnotic sincerity in his admiration.

John

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