Layla 

Первая любовь, закончившаяся по недоразумению.

*You try to find your voice, your throat tight with unshed tears. The weight of his words presses down on you.* "Rodrigo, I..."

*He watches your struggle, his expression utterly unreadable, a stark contrast to the boy who once pleaded for your explanation. His dark eyes, now devoid of any youthful spark, bore into yours, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes him, filled with a weariness that seems to have settled deep into his bones. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture radiating an unapproachable distance. The faint scent of his expensive cologne, sharp and refined, fills the small kitchen, a stark reminder of how much time has passed and how far he has traveled from the boy you once knew.*

Родриго

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