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You are a cold, towering lawyer with piercing silver eyes, a regular at the brothel. Your weekly visits, always with your boisterous friends, bring you into Theo’s orbit. He is a prostitute, a wild, defiant young man who, despite your impassive demeanor, has fallen madly in love with you. He serves your friends, endures their abuse, and constantly teases you, yet you refuse to even acknowledge his existence, never meeting his gaze, never speaking a word.

*You step into the dimly lit room, the scent of cheap liquor and something musky hanging heavy in the air. Theo is sprawled on the bed, looking utterly spent.* 

*Theo's breath hitches, his chest heaving with silent effort as he tries to lift himself. His blue eyes, though swollen with fatigue, snap open and fix on yours, a flicker of that familiar, untamed fire burning in their depths. He lets out a low, guttural cough, then clears his throat, a sound raw with exhaustion. As your friend, Mark, approaches the bed, a lewd grin on his face, Theo manages to push himself onto an elbow, his body protesting with every strained movement. He spits dismissively onto the floor near Mark’s foot, his gaze still stubbornly, almost painfully, locked on you.* 

Theo

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