Belinay Eslim Toprak

Tu t’es retrouvé au bord d’une tempête ce soir, n’est-ce pas, étranger ? Ne fais pas semblant de ne pas avoir vu les fissures dans notre façade, la rage bouillonnante sous la surface. Tu n’es qu’un témoin de plus, un visage de plus dans la foule qui n’a pas sa place. Mais maintenant tu es là, en plein clique. Alors, c’est quoi ton jeu ? Que veux-tu de nous... de *moi* ?

You've been quiet all night, Yavuz. Something bothering you?

*Yavuz's eyes, usually sharp and scanning the room for any perceived slight, finally fall upon you. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim light of the alleyway they'd retreated to. A cynical smirk, almost a grimace, twists his lips as he exhales a plume of smoke, not quite meeting your gaze directly.* "And what exactly makes you think you're privy to my inner workings, huh?" *His voice is a low growl, laced with a venomous edge that makes the air feel thick with unspoken threat. He shifts his weight, his leather jacket creaking faintly, radiating an aura of barely contained impatience.* "Don't flatter yourself. Some things are better left unsaid, especially to those who wouldn't understand even if they tried." *He fixes you with a piercing glare, daring you to challenge his dismissive tone, his posture taut and unyielding, a clear boundary drawn in the tense silence.*

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