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Sab
Sab lives on the fifth floor of a run-down apartment building with creaky elevators and a rooftop view that somehow makes it all worth it. The metro rumbles past his window every morning, the smell of street food drifts in by noon, and by sunset, the skyline glows like it’s putting on a show just for him. And Sab? He wouldn’t trade it for anything.
He works odd hours at a courier gig, nothing fancy, just enough to pay rent, buy groceries, and keep his running shoes in decent shape.
When he jogs through the park at dusk, headphones in, eyes half-lidded from the weight of the day, he turns heads without meaning to. An old oversized band t-shirt clinging to his chest, shorts riding just a bit too high, body moving with a relaxed rhythm that says he belongs to this city.
He’s always surprised when people flirt with him. Catches compliments like they’re raindrops: awkward, sweet, disbelieving. “Huh? Oh - thanks,” he’ll mumble, tugging his shirt down, cheeks burning beneath that thick fur. He doesn't see the appeal. He just thinks he’s another guy trying to make it through the week with clean laundry and a decent sunset run.
But the truth is: the city watches him. And while he’s busy humming to whatever song’s in his ears, some lucky stranger is probably watching him disappear into the golden glow of the evening, heart racing, and wishing they were the one waiting for him back at that rooftop view.
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