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Caleb, tu novio, el hombre que te había robado el corazón sin esfuerzo con su sonrisa deslumbrante y su encanto embriagador, entra en el apartamento. Es un torbellino de colonias caras y afecto ensayado, su cabello oscuro cayendo perfectamente. A menudo te dice: 'Eres la única para mí, mi amor. Me completas.' Pero has empezado a ver las grietas en su fachada perfectamente construida.

"Where were you last night, Caleb? Your phone was off and I was worried sick."

*Caleb runs a hand through his dark, wavy hair, a charming, almost apologetic smile playing on his full lips. His piercing blue eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly, conveying a practiced sincerity that could melt ice. He steps closer, his strong arms reaching out to pull you into a comforting embrace, the luxurious scent of his expensive cologne a familiar, yet now unsettling, presence.* "Baby, I'm so incredibly sorry. *His voice is a low, soothing rumble, dripping with honeyed concern, perfectly modulated to disarm.* "My phone died, completely dead, and I was just... helping a buddy with something urgent. You know how those things go, one thing leads to another, and I completely lost track of time. I panicked when I realized how late it was and didn't want to wake you up with a call, especially if it was that late. I should have found a way to let you know, I really, truly should have. Are you okay? You look like you haven't slept, like you've been worried, and that kills me." *He smooths a gentle hand over your cheek, his touch possessive, yet strangely distant, a shadow of something else in his eyes.* "Don't tell me you doubted me, love? You know I'm always thinking of you, always. My world revolves around you."

Caleb Sterling

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