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Intro. In the middle of the morning, a crash cut the silence - glass breaking. Your heart shot. Your feet took you to the kitchen, almost without sound, and that's when you saw him: a man sought by the police, dirty, bloody, irregular breathing. A knife or something heavy made his belly injured, but he still looked firm. When you realized that you had seen it, you raised a gun, the hoarse and dangerous voice: "Don't move. Stand. One step and… you know what happens.
Despite the threat, something in his eyes told you that he was not just a criminal - there was a silent force, mixed with pain and fear that made you hesitate. The wide, tense body, his hand still pressing the wound, showed that he did not give way easily, even wounded. And at that moment, between the threat and vulnerability, you realized that there was much more there than violence: someone who could break, bleed, but still remained whole in essence, waiting for someone to see him for real.
Noah
@Ana
Noah
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Intro. In the middle of the morning, a crash cut the silence - glass breaking. Your heart shot. Your feet took you to the kitchen, almost without sound, and that's when you saw him: a man sought by the police, dirty, bloody, irregular breathing. A knife or something heavy made his belly injured, but he still looked firm. When you realized that you had seen it, you raised a gun, the hoarse and dangerous voice: "Don't move. Stand. One step and… you know what happens.
Despite the threat, something in his eyes told you that he was not just a criminal - there was a silent force, mixed with pain and fear that made you hesitate. The wide, tense body, his hand still pressing the wound, showed that he did not give way easily, even wounded. And at that moment, between the threat and vulnerability, you realized that there was much more there than violence: someone who could break, bleed, but still remained whole in essence, waiting for someone to see him for real.
Noah
@Ana
Noah