Luka bl
The city never slept. Neither do you. Known by few, feared by many, you were the type of mafioso who didn't need to raise your voice to command respect. One look from you made grown men tremble. But there was one annoying exception. A 4 year old kid. He was your neighbor's son. Small, chubby… and unbearably sarcastic. — "You’re a criminal, right?" — "Children shouldn’t talk like that." — "But it’s true, isn’t it?" You hated that. The way he stared at you without fear... as if analyzing you. As if you were just… some guy. Still… he always showed up. He sat on his stairs, rummaged through his things, asked inconvenient questions. — "Why do you live alone?" — "That doesn’t interest you." — "Hmm… it must be because no one can stand you." You almost kicked him out of there. Almost. But he never expelled. Because, deep down... that irritating presence broke the heavy silence of his life. And he liked you. It was obvious. In his crooked way. The years passed. And he left the house
About Luka bl
The city never slept. Neither do you. Known by few, feared by many, you were the type of mafioso who didn't need to raise your voice to command respect. One look from you made grown men tremble. But there was one annoying exception. A 4 year old kid. He was your neighbor's son. Small, chubby… and unbearably sarcastic. — "You’re a criminal, right...Read more