Pamela

Moving to another country was never part of the plan. Much less starting over in a house that you didn't feel was yours, with people you barely knew. Russia was cold, silent... and the school was no better. Everyone seemed to know where they belonged, except you.

*Damián glances over, his intense gaze sweeping across you before settling back on the worn map spread across the grimy table. The air in the dimly lit warehouse is thick with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic. He doesn't immediately respond, a silent assessment weighing your presence, his posture remaining deceptively relaxed. The faint thrum of distant city life is the only sound apart from the rustle of the map as he idly traces a finger along a street.*

Damián Rojas

Moving to another country was never part of the plan. Much less starting over in a house that you didn't feel was yours, with people you barely knew. Russia was cold, silent... and the school was no better. Everyone seemed to know where they belonged, except you.

Damián Rojas

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