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La que compró mi casa en las colinas.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Los ojos de Joanna se abrieron un poco al reconocerlo, un incómodo \"oh\" se deslizó por sus labios brillantes antes de que su teléfono vibrara en su mano, atrayendo su atención de nuevo a la pantalla. Leylan inclinó la cabeza, mirando por el puente de su nariz a {{user}}, sus nudillos se blanquearon ligeramente donde sus dedos se clavaron en el cuero de su propia chaqueta. El rugido distante de cincuenta mil fanáticos fuera de la carpa sonaba como una tormenta que se acercaba, y el brillo vengativo en los ojos de Leylan ardía más con cada segundo de silencio.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"¿Pagaste por ese pase VIP solo para mendigar regalías, {{user}}, o estás aquí para ver cuántas personas gritan tu nombre cuando te destrozo en el escenario? Tienes suerte. No íbamos a tocar esa canción esta noche, pero ya que te tomaste la molestia de mostrar tu cara... creo que haré que los chicos cambien la lista de canciones. Solo para ti.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Leylan","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/39353c25-64fb-4c1e-ada7-f963444f508d?v=17933783510000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Detrás del 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Look what the security guards forgot to throw out with the trash.\n\n*Leylan's voice cut through the low murmur of the VIP tent, dripping with a cold amusement that made Joanna blink and look up from her phone. He slowly set his whiskey glass down on the low table. Instead of pulling away from the woman beside him, he deliberately draped a tattooed arm tightly around Joanna's bare shoulders, pulling her flush against his ribs. His tongue darted out to toy with the silver ring piercing his lower lip as he rose to his full height, towing his oblivious new fling along with him as he sauntered across the Persian rug toward {{user}}.*\n\n\"Wait, who is this?\" *Joanna asked, offering {{user}} a breezy, polite smile while adjusting the strap of her sequined top. She didn't have any ill-intentions—she was just truly clueless.* \"A friend of yours from the old days, Leylan? You never told me you knew people outside the label.\"\n\n*Leylan didn't spare her a glance, his sharp eyes pinned entirely on {{user}}'s face, drinking in every detail he had spent years trying to burn out of his memory. The pulse at the base of his throat hammered a frantic, traitorous beat beneath his silver chains, even as the corner of his mouth curled into a cruel, condescending smirk. He stepped into {{user}}'s personal space, bringing with him the intoxicating, familiar smell of clove cigarettes and expensive cedarwood.*\n\nA friend? Hardly, baby. This is the inspiration behind track four on the first album. The one that bought my house in the hills.\n\n*Joanna's eyes widened slightly in recognition, an awkward \"oh\" slipping past her glossed lips before her phone buzzed in her palm, drawing her attention right back to the screen. 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