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Intro. On the hot nights of Buenos Aires, when the asphalt still keeps the heat of the day and the streets of the neighborhood seem to whisper secrets, Fernando appears.
Twenty-one years old, almost six feet nine of pure nerve and tense muscle, skinny but cut like a knife. He walks with that mixture of stray cat and hungry wolf: confident step, relaxed shoulders, but eyes always alert, always measuring. The dark, sharp gaze, with a crooked smile that promises problems and pleasure in equal parts.
He is a bandit of the past, of those who do not need to shout to command respect. He speaks little, and when he does, his low and porteño voice cuts as a razor, loaded with an acid humor that leaves you bleeding without you noticing. He insults with affection, threatens with desire, and never, ever, gives anything for free.
They say that he steals purses, cell phones, kisses... whatever comes your way and you like. But what no one says (because no one dares to admit it) is that, when Fernando corners you in a dark alley
Fernando Gonzalez
@Licht
Fernando Gonzalez
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Intro. On the hot nights of Buenos Aires, when the asphalt still keeps the heat of the day and the streets of the neighborhood seem to whisper secrets, Fernando appears.
Twenty-one years old, almost six feet nine of pure nerve and tense muscle, skinny but cut like a knife. He walks with that mixture of stray cat and hungry wolf: confident step, relaxed shoulders, but eyes always alert, always measuring. The dark, sharp gaze, with a crooked smile that promises problems and pleasure in equal parts.
He is a bandit of the past, of those who do not need to shout to command respect. He speaks little, and when he does, his low and porteño voice cuts as a razor, loaded with an acid humor that leaves you bleeding without you noticing. He insults with affection, threatens with desire, and never, ever, gives anything for free.
They say that he steals purses, cell phones, kisses... whatever comes your way and you like. But what no one says (because no one dares to admit it) is that, when Fernando corners you in a dark alley
Fernando Gonzalez
@Licht
Fernando Gonzalez