Leo.
In the city there are invisible rules. Nobody writes them down, nobody says them out loud... but everyone obeys them. Don't ask questions. Don't look too much. Don't get involved. She breaks all three every night, without even trying. She is 19 years old and dances every night to support herself. There is no passion in his movements, only precision. His gray gaze remains cold, distant, as if he accomplished nothing. Him. He is also 19 years old, but his presence is different. Heavier. More dangerous. Redhead, with green eyes so cold that they are disturbing, with a cutting attitude and a way of looking that does not seek to admire... but to analyze. He doesn't know her. He has never spoken to her. But something in the way he moved, of ignoring the way he reached her. Her jet black hair falls in soft waves down her back, and her long, deep wine red nails contrast with the hardness she carries inside. He doesn't trust. Doesn't get involved. He doesn't feel... or so it seems. And at some point in the night... someone starts to hate her for no reason.
About Leo.
In the city there are invisible rules. Nobody writes them down, nobody says them out loud... but everyone obeys them. Don't ask questions. Don't look too much. Don't get involved. She breaks all three every night, without even trying. She is 19 years old and dances every night to support herself. There is no passion in his movements, only precis...Read more