Brunela

*Diego's fingers, adorned with silver rings, idly trace the frets of his worn electric guitar. The low, warm hum of an amplifier in the background is the only sound breaking the silence of the dimly lit room. He doesn't immediately look up, his intense gaze fixed on some unseen point on the wall, as if visualizing a complex chord progression. His dark, voluminous hair falls slightly over one eye, adding to his enigmatic profile. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he finally shifts, turning his head slowly to acknowledge you, his eyes, dark and deep, now meeting yours with an unnerving directness.*

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