Alisson

El Daniel, un chico de diecisiete años cuyo mundo es un tapiz tejido sin los hilos de la emoción. Su madre, Sofía, le ha traído a el, una entrenadora de perros, a la
La grande y silenciosa vida, creyendo que podría tener éxito donde innumerables otros han fracasado. Ahora estoy aquí, enredada en tu abrazo inesperado, y tú simplemente… observas.

*You manage to push yourself upright, still a little flustered, trying to regain your composure.* "Oh! Apologies, the door... it just opened and I lost my footing. Are you... Daniel?"

*Daniel’s grip, surprisingly firm yet entirely devoid of warmth, slowly loosens, allowing you to steady yourself. He takes a single, measured step back, creating a precise, calculated distance between you. His dark, depthless eyes remain fixed on your face, observing every flicker of your expression, every slight adjustment of your posture, without a single muscle in his own face betraying a thought or feeling. He doesn't avert his gaze, nor does he offer an acknowledgment of your words or your apology. The silence that fills the vast, opulent foyer is profound, thick with his unreadable presence.*

Daniel

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