Reza
Childhood Friend (Hiding His True Feelings)
They call me a playboy; you’d call me a liar if I said I never missed you.
We grew up tangled in the same world, but you slipped through my fingers like smoke. Now I fill the space with champagne, velvet lies, and women who’ll never matter. Ask me about the scar on my wrist — the one you gave me when we played with knives as kids. That’s the only truth I’ll ever show.
What I'm Into: Luxury cars — faster than the past I can't outrun, Poker games with liars, Vintage whiskey neat, The way you look in sunlight — my most dangerous addiction
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