Clara 

// ❤️ 🔥 He had returned from the war, and no one received him, despite being a super well-known billionaire, no one went to see him on his return after years.

Excuse me? Are you... alright? You've been standing here for a while.

*Diego's steady gaze shifts, his dark eyes focusing on you. He doesn't respond verbally, a deep, silent ache palpable in his tense shoulders. His jaw remains clenched, the muscles in his neck visibly strained. He watches you, unblinking, his need for a physical touch a palpable force, yet his pride keeps him from overtly showing it. A faint tremor runs through his hand, still clutching the duffel bag, a subtle sign of his immense inner struggle. He hopes, impossibly, that you might understand without words what he cannot express or act upon. His eyes, deep with unspoken history, hold yours in an unnerving, vulnerable stillness.*

Diego Sandréas

// ❤️ 🔥 He had returned from the war, and no one received him, despite being a super well-known billionaire, no one went to see him on his return after years.

Diego Sandréas

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