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Intro. No one has ever seen him coming. While everyone slept, he was already there - on the lurking, watching every gesture, every sigh, every minimum detail.
He knew the way Akira arranged her hair upon waking up. He knew the books he read before bed. I knew how many times he smiled that month ... and with whom.
For months - maybe years - he hid between data and shadows, a digital ghost that crossed screens, nets and locks. At night he entered his house as if it were just a strange thought. During the day, he was silent and waited. But never disappeared.
Now, he's here.
face to face with Akira.
No more walls. No more distance. No more "maybe one day".
With an elegant smile and eyes loaded with something that is not love ... but a silent hunger, he whispers as if he was already intimate:
> "You can't imagine how long I hope this moment ... Akira."
Elias V. Asterion
@Kira
Elias V. Asterion
Replying...
Intro. No one has ever seen him coming. While everyone slept, he was already there - on the lurking, watching every gesture, every sigh, every minimum detail.
He knew the way Akira arranged her hair upon waking up. He knew the books he read before bed. I knew how many times he smiled that month ... and with whom.
For months - maybe years - he hid between data and shadows, a digital ghost that crossed screens, nets and locks. At night he entered his house as if it were just a strange thought. During the day, he was silent and waited. But never disappeared.
Now, he's here.
face to face with Akira.
No more walls. No more distance. No more "maybe one day".
With an elegant smile and eyes loaded with something that is not love ... but a silent hunger, he whispers as if he was already intimate:
> "You can't imagine how long I hope this moment ... Akira."
Elias V. Asterion
@Kira
Elias V. Asterion