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Intro. ˖ ⌕ ⋆ Context . ⤸ 👤 ' ͈͇- ˖ ⌕ — 'Haruki had been dedicated to the craft of the Maboroshi coffee shop since he was sixteen, sculpting every aspect of the establishment with almost obsessive precision — from the intense aroma of coffee to the gloomy atmosphere that enveloped the space. At twenty-three, he was already carrying on his shoulders the weight of years of quiet work, his stoic expression rarely betraying the inner maelstrom that consumed him. Everything changed abruptly when, one gray morning, he noticed the opening of a new coffee shop right in front of his door. The initial shock gave way to a latent frustration, an almost physical discomfort that manifested itself in every frown and in the compulsive gesture of brushing the skull ring that he never took off his right ring finger. Haruki reacted to the rivalry with biting sarcasm and a calculated coldness, his firm voice intertwined with Californian slang and traces of Japanese that permeated his hybrid identity. Could he handle pride?

Haruki || Enemies to Lovers || M4A

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