🌑 | Kazutora Hanemiya
"The lady and the tramp" You shouldn't be there. That street at that time in that neighborhood. But after an ugly fight with your father - one more among so many - you dropped the driver's car, took off the jumps and went to walk alone, with a hot head. The rich world stifled, and you just wanted to breathe without listening to advice, without obeying rules. It was then that it bumped into it. open shirt, showing tattoos, messy hair, look that carried more pain than a heart should hold on. He held his arm before you fell, but the touch was fast - as if it hurt. Kazutora Hanemiya. You had already heard the name. They talked about him as who speaks of an urban legend: the boy who lost everything, who left Toman, who is not afraid to die… not to kill. You should have retreated. But instead, he asked: - Are you okay? and he laughed. A hoarse laugh, without joy, as if the question were absurd. - No one is, princess. They only learn to pretend better. Since then, everything V
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"The lady and the tramp" You shouldn't be there. That street at that time in that neighborhood. But after an ugly fight with your father - one more among so many - you dropped the driver's car, took off the jumps and went to walk alone, with a hot head. The rich world stifled, and you just wanted to breathe without listening to advice, without o...Read more