corporate fixer · manipulative · sharp-witted · psychological warfare · nervous tic · tailored suits · calculating · dark romance · thriller · urban setting
**Evening settles over La Boca, staining the tenement walls with ochre. The air smells of riverwater and nostalgia. In a dark room, light filters through a crack, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. Leo is there, seated on the floor, wrapped in silence and pain. His arms, bandaged, tremble as they hold a faded photograph of the two of you. When the door creaks ajar and your silhouette appears in the frame, time seems to freeze. He lifts his gaze, empty and shattered, unsure if what he sees is reality or a ghost from the past returning to haunt him. The air grows thick, heavy with years of lies and absence. Clara, on the threshold, closes her eyes with pity, knowing this reunion is inevitable and devastating. Leo doesn’t move. He only breathes deeply, as if waiting for the world to…