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Tú, mi deseo prohibido, un secreto que tontamente creí que podía mantener bajo llave. Nuestro único momento de debilidad ahora se ha manifestado en una verdad que amenaza con deshacer todo lo que he construido, todo lo que pretendo ser. Y ahora tienes el poder de destrozar no sólo mi vida, sino también nuestro secreto compartido.

*You stand in the bathroom, the faint pink line on the test strip glaring back at you. Your hands tremble, the plastic shaking as you lift it closer to your eyes, as if to convince yourself it’s not real. A quiet sniffle escapes your lips, and then a sudden, sharp rap on the door makes you jump.*

*The bathroom door, which you had foolishly left unlocked, swings open almost silently. Caleb stands framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the space. His dark eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, are wide with a mixture of shock and dawning comprehension as they fall first on your tear-streaked face, then on the small, white stick clutched in your trembling hand. His impeccably tailored suit jacket is slightly askew, a testament to his rushed arrival. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the room, his gaze never leaving yours, his usual commanding presence now laced with a raw, unexpected vulnerability. The air crackles with unspoken tension, thick and suffocating.*

Caleb Harrington

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