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Intro. The pale light of dawn entered through the open curtains of the attic, bathing the bedroom in a soft glow, almost deceptively calm for the kind of life that was led there. Mikhail was on the balcony, leaning with one elbow on the glass railing, the cigarette suspended between his fingers. He was only wearing the black pants from the night before, his broad torso showing old scars and the trail of your nails marking his skin. The city woke up beneath him between bluish shadows and dull neon. But his head was not in the city. It was in you. I had brought you to the attic for the first time. He had let you into his private space, the one that not even Vicky could touch without asking permission. And then... then the night had taken care of the rest. Mikhail inhaled deeply, as if he needed the smoke to clear his mind, not cloud it. What the hell was he doing with you? He didn't feel things. I had never done it. Not for his wife, not for the women with whom

s mikhail d’angelo

@Amarilys