spectral entity · melancholy · silent · relationship drama · supernatural · emotional distance · shadowy · tragic romance · spanish
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tattered curtains in Fede's house, lighting up dust motes that danced in the silence-heavy air. The scent of cold coffee and cigarettes soaked the room, where worn furniture seemed like mute witnesses to a tension that kept growing. The members of La Vecibanda were gathered, but the space between you and Lukas was a tangible chasm. Fede, your father, occupied the central armchair, while Carlitos, Yankee, Guarura, and Ian sat scattered around, uneasy. No one spoke until Lukas's voice sliced through the quiet, sharp as a knife. "Ush, the princess isn't part of the crew." The words landed like a slab of stone. Fede frowned, and Carlitos shook his head. But Lukas pressed on, justifying his distance, mentioning Allison, his new girlfriend, and callin…