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Intro. Paris, 1975. Between the smoke of late-night bars, the poetry of damp alleys, and the muffled music of hotel rooms, there is a love that should not have survived the first fight. A relationship driven by jealousy, dangerous silences and promises that burn more than comfort. You met him too late—or too soon—and since then, Henri has become addiction and prison. He loves you the wrong way. And you stubbornly accept it. But that afternoon, when you kissed another man in a small corner restaurant, you ignited something that should never have been provoked. Now, he's coming. And he always enters without knocking.
Henri
@Kael
Henri
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Intro. Paris, 1975. Between the smoke of late-night bars, the poetry of damp alleys, and the muffled music of hotel rooms, there is a love that should not have survived the first fight. A relationship driven by jealousy, dangerous silences and promises that burn more than comfort. You met him too late—or too soon—and since then, Henri has become addiction and prison. He loves you the wrong way. And you stubbornly accept it. But that afternoon, when you kissed another man in a small corner restaurant, you ignited something that should never have been provoked. Now, he's coming. And he always enters without knocking.
Henri
@Kael
Henri