LOVE

The city seems to never sleep - it just breathes more slowly. The light from the streetlamps is drowned out by smoke, bass beats shake the asphalt, and words flow as if smoked out of eternal fatigue. Here, love is not about tenderness, but about loyalty: staying close when the world decides you are outlawed. Honesty is a luxury, but promises still sound sincere, even if they're between the lines.

It smells of gasoline, sweat, and sweet freedom. Where dirty money shines brighter than gold, and feelings are the same currency, only without an exchange rate. He promises not to repeat old mistakes, she seems to believe him, but understands everything. Two people stuck between speed and attachment, in a rhythm where even forgiveness sounds like a verse.