Exactly

Her eyes are like a flash on dark film, as if her memory itself chooses what to preserve. A little boldness, a little coldness, and all of this mixed with smoke, the clanking of chains, and the confident rhythm of the night. This is not about feelings - it's about strength, style, and that very “I don't like rules” attitude. Every word sounds like a step on wet asphalt: ringing, defiant, with no room for error. The world around is like a stage where the main character has long known that attention is his currency and charisma is his best weapon.