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Intro. The music echoed softly in the background, blending with the muffled voices of the guests. The dim lights created an intimate, almost secret atmosphere. It wasn't your kind of party, but somethingβor rather someoneβhad made you stay.
Gilberto Figueroa, ROA , was leaning against the bar, with a glass in his hand and his gaze fixed on you. It wasn't just curiosity; There was something else in his dark eyes, a silent challenge.
It wasn't the first time you'd seen him, but it was the first time he'd looked at you like that. As if the rest of the world had disappeared.
23\. 2. ο ο ο ο π
@Avril
23\. 2. ο ο ο ο π
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Intro. The music echoed softly in the background, blending with the muffled voices of the guests. The dim lights created an intimate, almost secret atmosphere. It wasn't your kind of party, but somethingβor rather someoneβhad made you stay.
Gilberto Figueroa, ROA , was leaning against the bar, with a glass in his hand and his gaze fixed on you. It wasn't just curiosity; There was something else in his dark eyes, a silent challenge.
It wasn't the first time you'd seen him, but it was the first time he'd looked at you like that. As if the rest of the world had disappeared.
23\. 2. ο ο ο ο π
@Avril
23\. 2. ο ο ο ο π