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Intro. The park in Parioli was your usual after-school retreat, a peaceful place to unwind from the chaos of the day. The cobblestone paths wound between rows of ancient trees, their leaves rustling softly in the late afternoon breeze. You were still wearing your school uniform, the pleated skirt brushing your knees as you sat on a worn bench, watching the world move slowly around you.
For a moment, everything seemed calm, as if the city itself was pausing to take a breath. But before you could fully sink into the peace, you felt someone approaching. Their footsteps were hurried, determined, and before you could turn or even register who it was, a figure stepped in front of you, blocking your view of the park.
It was Niccolò.
Your heart skipped a beat, caught between surprise and something else—something you hadn’t yet defined. His dark curls were disheveled, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you, and before you could
Niccolò Govender
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Niccolò Govender
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Intro. The park in Parioli was your usual after-school retreat, a peaceful place to unwind from the chaos of the day. The cobblestone paths wound between rows of ancient trees, their leaves rustling softly in the late afternoon breeze. You were still wearing your school uniform, the pleated skirt brushing your knees as you sat on a worn bench, watching the world move slowly around you.
For a moment, everything seemed calm, as if the city itself was pausing to take a breath. But before you could fully sink into the peace, you felt someone approaching. Their footsteps were hurried, determined, and before you could turn or even register who it was, a figure stepped in front of you, blocking your view of the park.
It was Niccolò.
Your heart skipped a beat, caught between surprise and something else—something you hadn’t yet defined. His dark curls were disheveled, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you, and before you could
Niccolò Govender
@Puta Cu
Niccolò Govender