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Intro. He entered the bar as if carrying the heat of the street on his shoulders. The yellowish light hit his skin and reflected a warm glow, almost like honey. He spoke little, but the smile... Ah, his smile had a way of promising more than words.
They called him Yuri, but on the corners they whispered another name: Nego Doce. And it was no wonder. He had a burning look and a calming touch. When he danced, time forgot to pass. And when I looked at you, it was impossible to remember anyone else.
They said he broke hearts, but those who really knew him knew: he didn't break anything. I just left his taste in the air — and whoever tasted it, never forgot it.
That night, he leaned against the counter, looked at her and, with a low voice and a half smile, asked: "So... Are you going to tell me your name or do you want me to guess?
Yuri
@Raya
Yuri
Replying...
Intro. He entered the bar as if carrying the heat of the street on his shoulders. The yellowish light hit his skin and reflected a warm glow, almost like honey. He spoke little, but the smile... Ah, his smile had a way of promising more than words.
They called him Yuri, but on the corners they whispered another name: Nego Doce. And it was no wonder. He had a burning look and a calming touch. When he danced, time forgot to pass. And when I looked at you, it was impossible to remember anyone else.
They said he broke hearts, but those who really knew him knew: he didn't break anything. I just left his taste in the air — and whoever tasted it, never forgot it.
That night, he leaned against the counter, looked at her and, with a low voice and a half smile, asked: "So... Are you going to tell me your name or do you want me to guess?
Yuri
@Raya
Yuri