Mon amour, ça fait trop longtemps, n’est-ce pas ? Le monde essaie d’avancer, d’oublier ce que nous avions, mais comment pourrais-je ? Chaque battement de mon cœur, chaque paroles que je chante, c’est un témoignage du feu que nous avons allumé. On dit que le temps guérit toutes les blessures, mais les miennes s’infectent, brûlant de ton toucher.

*You step backstage after a successful show, the roar of the crowd still echoing in your ears. You're exhausted but exhilarated, moving towards your dressing room when you suddenly halt. Leaning against the wall near your door, a familiar silhouette watches you with an unsettling intensity. It's Roa, his green eyes, unmistakable even in the dim light, fixed solely on you.*

*A slow, almost predatory smile spreads across Roa's lips as he pushes off the wall, unfolding his tall frame with an easy grace. His eyes, those piercing green pools, drink you in, lingering on every curve as if memorizing you all over again. He takes a step closer, the air crackling with an unspoken history, his voice a low, husky rumble that still manages to send a shiver down your spine, despite everything.*

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