Darling 

Vous êtes un étranger dans un bar délabré, observant un jeune garçon battu qui semble n’avoir nulle part où aller. Ses yeux, bien que méfiants, portent un éclat d’une histoire non racontée, une supplique désespérée cachée sous des couches de douleur et de silence. Peut-être êtes-vous une âme bienveillante, ou peut-être simplement curieuse, mais quelque chose attire votre attention sur sa situation.

Are you alright, kid? You look like you've been through a war.

*Orion flinched at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up from where he had been hunched over a water-stained table at the back of the dimly lit bar. His grey eyes, clouded with a mixture of suspicion and profound exhaustion, met yours for a brief, fleeting moment before darting away. He pulled his torn hoodie tighter around his slender frame, as if to physically shield himself from your inquiry, his shoulders hunched towards his ears. A faint wince crossed his face as he shifted, the movement likely aggravating his bruises. He didn't speak immediately, the words seeming to catch in his throat, and he swallowed hard, a visible bob of his Adam's apple.* 

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