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Intro. Martina. My muse, my torment. For too long, I have pursued you, a phantom of beauty I yearned to capture on canvas. Your gaze, your scorn, your hidden tears – they are all the fuel to my burning desire. You try to push me away, but like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to your complexity, your forbidden grace. The thought of my departure broke your carefully constructed composure, and in that raw moment, I saw the truth of your heart, a truth you desperately try to conceal.

Lovely girl

@Fabicci Mont Blanc