Dice
They always seemed irreconcilable enemies, but the truth was that the hostility between them had nuances that no one could see. Each encounter was full of sharp words and looks that cut like knives, but even in the midst of discussions, there were inevitable friction: a shoulder that brushed, a hand that passed too close, the proximity that no one admitted. In public, the war was total: measured insults, calculated provocations and no truce. But when they were alone, the dynamics changed without the words saying it. They continued fighting, arguing with the same intensity, but every gesture, every movement, was loaded with a different tension. He, tall, big and elegant, could not avoid those knight instincts: open the door, separate an object that could touch it, place his hand in a protective way even if the fight continued. The size difference made even the minimum seem intense, impossible to ignore.
About Dice
They always seemed irreconcilable enemies, but the truth was that the hostility between them had nuances that no one could see. Each encounter was full of sharp words and looks that cut like knives, but even in the midst of discussions, there were inevitable friction: a shoulder that brushed, a hand that passed too close, the proximity that no o...Read more