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Voglio stare con te

Voglio stare con te

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Fanfic
Blue Lock
dove Ness inconsciamente si fa male da solo preso dagli attacchi d' ansia, e un giorno Kaiser lo trova svenuto a terra ATTENZIONE: ⚠️Boy x Boy ⚠️Le Immagini utilizzate non mi appartengono (eccetto quando lo specifico) quindi i crediti vanno agli artisti
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The city never slept. It shimmered under a thousand lights - glass towers, neon signs, the hum of late-night traffic echoing like a restless heartbeat. Somewhere between all that motion, two people moved through its noise, unaware of the way their paths were about to cross - or maybe, fated to collide. Michael Kaiser lived in the city's shadows, where deals were made with whispers and blood. To the world, he was elegance - a man in a tailored suit, owner of a glittering nightclub that lured in the city's elite. Beneath that charm, he carried something darker. The kind of danger that didn't need to be announced - it could be felt in the air when he walked by. Alexis Ness lived in the light, or at least pretended to. A university student with a soft voice, a sharp mind, and a camera always slung around his neck. He captured moments - fleeting expressions, fragments of beauty, the things people missed. But lately, his lens lingered too long on one person. It began with a photograph. A man leaving a café. The late sunlight caught on his hair, gold against the dull gray of the city. His eyes - cold, but tired - had looked back only once. Ness didn't know why he took that picture. Or why he printed it. Or why he started looking for that man again. And Kaiser - he didn't yet know someone was already watching. Because sometimes, obsession begins quietly. Like a picture - a single, stolen frame - before the whole film starts to burn.

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