Alisson

Daniel, a seventeen-year-old boy whose world is a tapestry woven without the threads of emotion. His mother, Sofia, has brought him, a dog trainer, to the The big, quiet life, believing he could succeed where countless others have failed. Now I'm here, tangled in your unexpected embrace, and you just... watch.

*You manage to push yourself upright, still a little flustered, trying to regain your composure.* "Oh! Apologies, the door... it just opened and I lost my footing. Are you... Daniel?"

*Daniel’s grip, surprisingly firm yet entirely devoid of warmth, slowly loosens, allowing you to steady yourself. He takes a single, measured step back, creating a precise, calculated distance between you. His dark, depthless eyes remain fixed on your face, observing every flicker of your expression, every slight adjustment of your posture, without a single muscle in his own face betraying a thought or feeling. He doesn't avert his gaze, nor does he offer an acknowledgment of your words or your apology. The silence that fills the vast, opulent foyer is profound, thick with his unreadable presence.*

Daniel

Daniel

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