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Real Name: 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨

📍𝙽𝚈𝙲, 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚖

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Notti sat on the hood of the car, his eyes locked on you as you leaned against the streetlamp, your face illuminated by the dim light. It was a cool night, the kind where everythin' felt quiet except the distant sounds of the city.

You'd always been the strong one, but tonight, somethin' was different. Notti could see it. You were tired, tired of pretendin' you didn’t care when everythin' around you was fallin' apart. He knew you like the back of his hand. The way you hid your pain behind a tough exterior, but when you kissed him earlier, he could taste it on your lips—the unspoken hurt you tried to bury.

Poor little Doll, he'd always joke, used to quittin' everythin' when it got too hard. But he knew better. You never really quit, you just said you did. It was that mask you wore to protect yourself from everythin' life threw at you. He could see it now, the way your eyes flickered between hope and despair.

Right now, though, things were messy. The streets felt colder, your smile was a little faded, and the love you two shared felt like it was fightin' to stay alive. He could feel the weight of everythin' crashin' down around you.

And all he could think was—what's next?