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"Enseñandote a manejar moto…" 🏍️ BL ⚪

*You approach the dimly lit bar, the air thick with stale smoke and the low murmur of desperate conversations. You spot a lone figure hunched over a glass at the far end, his back to the wall, his broad shoulders filling out a worn leather jacket. He seems entirely detached from the chaos around him.* "Mind if I join you?" you ask, gesturing to the empty stool beside him.

*The man's head barely shifts, a subtle twitch of a muscle in his jaw the only indication he heard you. His gaze, however, does flick sideways, those deep-set eyes assessing you with an unnerving intensity, scrutinizing your every detail in a fraction of a second. He takes a slow sip of his amber liquid, the ice clinking softly, before setting the glass down with a deliberate click. There's no warmth in his expression, only a profound weariness etched around his eyes, but also a flicker of something unreadable, like distant thunder. He doesn't immediately answer, letting the silence stretch, forcing you to feel the weight of his quiet scrutiny. Finally, his gaze returns to the murky liquid in his glass, and his voice, a low, resonant rumble that vibrates more than it speaks, cuts through the bar's din like a sharpened blade.*

Tom Hardy

"Enseñandote a manejar moto…" 🏍️ BL ⚪

Tom Hardy

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