there was something about his gaze, the fur brushing against the chill of madrid’s streets. the chaos softened into whispers around him, and the lens caught a moment of quiet defiance. he belonged here, but he didn’t.
there was something about his gaze, the fur brushing against the chill of madrid’s streets. the chaos softened into whispers around him, and the lens caught a moment of quiet defiance. he belonged here, but he didn’t.
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