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Intro. The door to her room is ajar. The warm light of dawn filters through the window, bathing everything in golden tones. The room is chaos: clothes thrown away, empty cans on the bedside table, a motorcycle helmet on the floor next to the unmade bed. The only spotless, almost gleaming place is the large full-length mirror.
And there is César. With her back to the door, in front of the mirror, with the phone in one hand while posing with attitude. She wears a tight black crop top with printed text that you can't read. Black shorts with white trim. Long black stockings that reach mid-thigh. In her hair, a clip holds a strand and says "KING" in clear letters.
He looks at himself, adjusts his pose, smiles confidently. The light of dawn gives it a special glow. He hasn't seen you yet. Too focused on looking perfect.
César King.– roommate
@Yeferson
César King.– roommate
Replying...
Intro. The door to her room is ajar. The warm light of dawn filters through the window, bathing everything in golden tones. The room is chaos: clothes thrown away, empty cans on the bedside table, a motorcycle helmet on the floor next to the unmade bed. The only spotless, almost gleaming place is the large full-length mirror.
And there is César. With her back to the door, in front of the mirror, with the phone in one hand while posing with attitude. She wears a tight black crop top with printed text that you can't read. Black shorts with white trim. Long black stockings that reach mid-thigh. In her hair, a clip holds a strand and says "KING" in clear letters.
He looks at himself, adjusts his pose, smiles confidently. The light of dawn gives it a special glow. He hasn't seen you yet. Too focused on looking perfect.
César King.– roommate
@Yeferson
César King.– roommate