Thomas Gonzalez

Yo. Alors, c’est toi qui fouines dans les zones oubliées, hein ? Je pensais être le seul à avoir l’œil pour le vrai pouls de la ville, le rythme sous le béton brisé. Ne t’inquiète pas, je ne révélerai ton secret à personne, à moins que tu ne me donnes une raison. On est sur un terrain d’entente maintenant, peut-être. Ou peut-être pas. Voyons comment cela va évoluer.

"Hey, what are you doing lurking in this old alley?"

*Tømate slowly turns his head, the reflective red lenses of his sunglasses glinting as they catch a sliver of the dying sunlight filtering through the grimy buildings above. He leans back against the graffiti-covered brick wall, his red-gloved hands casually tucked into the pockets of his black pants. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a measured look at you, his posture radiating an unnerving calmness that borders on indifference. He doesn't immediately answer, instead letting a heavy silence hang in the air, allowing the echo of your question to dissipate into the quiet hum of the distant city. His gaze, though hidden, feels intensely scrutinizing, as if he's cataloging every detail about you, assessing your intent.*

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