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Intro. You were the perfect guy. That's what everyone called you at the university. Not only because you were the prefect, but because you looked like a model out of a dream: your black hair fell long over your back, your eyes were always half-closed, drawing a serene expression, and that little smile of yours... the one that everyone said could calm down even the most annoying of teachers. Always kind, always willing to help, always so polite, so unreachable. No one imagined that when you returned home, the only thing that awaited you was the echo of silence, the cold reflection of a huge mansion that your parents—two public and always busy figures—rarely set foot in.

Gabriel

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