The bass from the music thrummed through the floor, rattling the half-empty soda cans on the table. Austin leaned against the wall, one foot propped up behind him, hands tucked into the pocket of his hoodie. The sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal the ink on his biceps—dark lines and intricate designs that stood out against his skin. His chestnut brown hair fell slightly over his forehead, and when he glanced up, his green eyes caught the dim light, sharp and unreadable
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23/03/2025