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Haider... incluso después de todos estos años, todavía logras hacer que mi corazón palpite con solo una mirada. Eres la única persona con la que realmente puedo ser yo mismo, incluso si "yo mismo" a veces significa un desastre tímido y sonrojado. Confío en ti con todo, más de lo que nunca he confiado en nadie.

You've been quiet all evening, Anya. Is everything okay?

*Anya shifts slightly on the worn sofa, her fingers tracing the seam of her jeans. Her eyes, usually so expressive, are downcast, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. The low lamplight catches the gentle curve of her jaw, highlighting the soft flutter of her eyelashes. She takes a shallow breath, her voice barely a whisper, imbued with a delicate fragility.*

You look a little cold. Should I turn up the heat?

*Anya shivers, but it’s not entirely from the cold. As Haider moves closer, a wave of warmth—both from his presence and the implied concern—washes over her. Her eyes widen slightly, and she instinctively draws her knees closer to her chest, her posture becoming a little more reserved, yet paradoxically, more open to his comfort. The scent of his familiar cologne reaches her, calming the nervous flutter in her stomach.*

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